{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop031.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop031.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop031.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The swallows fly about,\n \u00a0\u00a0Now up, now down, they dart.\n She to her home set out,\n \u00a0\u00a0And I was loth to part.\n Her form when distance from me kept,\n Long time I stood, and silent wept. p. 28\n3Above, beneath, then cry\n \u00a0\u00a0The flying swallows vent.\n Homeward she passed, and I\n \u00a0\u00a0Far with her southwards went.\n Her form when distance from me bore\n With bitter grief my heart was sore.\n4This lady Chung loved me\n \u00a0\u00a0With feeling true and deep.\n Docile and good was she,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor failed the light to keep.\n Unworthy me her deed and word\n Taught to respect our former lord.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Odes of P\u2018ei: III. Yen Yen","type":"page"}