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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
541. Coronation
By Helen Fiske Jackson (“H. H.”)
AT the king’s gate the subtle noon
  Wove filmy yellow nets of sun;
Into the drowsy snare too soon
    The guards fell one by one.
Through the king’s gate, unquestioned then,        5
  A beggar went, and laughed, “This brings
Me chance at last, to see if men
    Fare better, being kings.”
The king sat bowed beneath his crown,
  Propping his face with listless hand,        10
Watching the hour-glass sifting down
    Too slow its shining sand.
“Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me?”
  The beggar turned, and, pitying,
Replied like one in dream, “Of thee,        15
    Nothing. I want the king.”
Uprose the king, and from his head
  Shook off the crown and threw it by.
“O man, thou must have known,” he said,
    “A greater king than I.”        20
Through all the gates, unquestioned then,
  Went king and beggar hand in hand.
Whispered the king, “Shall I know when
    Before His throne I stand?”
The beggar laughed. Free winds in haste        25
  Were wiping from the king’s hot brow
The crimson lines the crown had traced.
    “This is his presence now.”
At the king’s gate, the crafty noon
  Unwove its yellow nets of sun;        30
Out of their sleep in terror soon
    The guards waked one by one.
“Ho here! Ho there! Has no man seen
  The king?” The cry ran to and fro;
Beggar and king, they laughed, I ween,        35
    The laugh that free men know.
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.        40


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