{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop043.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop043.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop043.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The king has his throne, sans sorrow or moan;\n \u00a0\u00a0On me fall all his cares,\n And when I come home, resolved not to roam,\n \u00a0\u00a0Each one indignant stares.\n So let it be! \u2018tis Heaven's decree.\n What can I say,\u2014a poor fellow like me?\n3Each thing of the king, and the fate of the state,\n \u00a0\u00a0On me come more and more.\n And when, sad and worn, I come back forlorn,\n \u00a0\u00a0They thrust me from the door.\n So let it be! \u2018tis Heaven's decree.\n What can I say,\u2014a poor fellow like me?","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Odes of P\u2018ei: XV. Pei M\u00ean","type":"page"}