{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop006.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop006.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop006.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2My steeds, o\u2019ertasked, their progress stayed,\n \u00a0\u00a0When midway up that rocky height.\n Give me a cup from that gilt vase,\n \u00a0\u00a0When shall this longing end in sight?\n3To mount that lofty ridge I drove,\n \u00a0\u00a0Until my steeds all changed their hue.\n A cup from that rhinoceros\u2019 horn\n \u00a0\u00a0May help my longing to subdue.\n4Striving to reach that flat-topped hill,\n \u00a0\u00a0My steeds, worn out, relaxed their strain;\n My driver also sank oppressed:\n \u00a0\u00a0I'll never see my lord again!","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book I. The Odes of Chou and the South: III. Ch\u00fcan \u00carh","type":"page"}