{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop013.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop013.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop013.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Along the raised banks of the Ju,\n \u00a0\u00a0Branch and fresh shoot confessed my art.\n I've seen my lord, my husband true,\n \u00a0\u00a0And still he folds me in his heart.\n3As the toiled bream makes red its tail,\n \u00a0\u00a0Toil you, sir, for the royal house,\n Amidst its blazing fires, nor quail:\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Your parents see you pay your vows.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book I. The Odes of Chou and the South: X. Ju F\u00ean","type":"page"}