Quote#Politics & Power
On the king’s gate the moss grew gray
Quote byHelen Hunt Jackson · 1830–1885
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Verses (1874), "Coronation", Stanza 10, p. 110..
English (original)
On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead; And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father’s stead.
— Helen Hunt Jackson
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