{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop018.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop018.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop018.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The plants, when closed her toil, she puts\n \u00a0\u00a0In baskets round and baskets square.\n Then home she hies to cook her spoil,\n \u00a0\u00a0In pans and tripods ready there.\n3In sacred chamber this she sets,\n \u00a0\u00a0Where the light falls down through the wall.\n \u2019Tis she, our lord's young reverent wife,\n \u00a0\u00a0Who manages this service all.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book II. The Odes of Shao and the South: IV. Ts\u2018ai Pin","type":"page"}