{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop004.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop004.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop004.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2See how the duckweed's stalks, or short or long,\n Sway left and right, as moves the current strong!\n So hard it was for him the maid to find!\n By day, by night, our prince with constant mind p. 2\n Sought for her long, but all his search was vain.\n Awake, asleep, he ever felt the pain\n Of longing thought, as when on restless bed,\n Tossing about, one turns his fevered head.\n3Here long, there short, afloat the duckweed lies;\n But caught at last, we seize the longed-for prize.\n The maiden modest, virtuous, coy, is found;\n Strike every lute, and joyous welcome sound.\n Ours now, the duckweed from the stream we bear,\n And cook to use with other viands rare.\n He has the maiden, modest, virtuous, bright;\n Let bells and drums proclaim our great delight.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book I. The Odes of Chou and the South: I. Kuan Ch\u00fc","type":"page"}