{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop036.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop036.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop036.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The pheasant, though no more in view,\n \u00a0\u00a0His cry, below, above, forth sends.\n Alas! my princely lord, \u2018tis you,\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Your absence, that my bosom rends.\n3At sun and moon I sit and gaze,\n \u00a0\u00a0In converse with my troubled heart.\n Far, far from me my husband stays!\n \u00a0\u00a0When will he come to heal its smart?\n4Ye princely men, who with him mate,\n \u00a0\u00a0Say, mark ye not his virtuous way.\n His rule is\u2014covet nought, none hate;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0How can his steps from goodness stray?","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Odes of P\u2018ei: VII...","type":"page"}