{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop061.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop061.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop061.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2When autumn came, then climbed I oft\n \u00a0\u00a0That ruined wall, and gazed\n Towards Fu-kuan, my heart all soft,\n \u00a0\u00a0With expectation raised. p. 66\n When you came not, my hapless lot\n \u00a0\u00a0With streams of tears I mourned.\n At last your longed-for form I saw,\n \u00a0\u00a0And tears to smiles were turned.\n With words I strove to tell my love,\n \u00a0\u00a0While you averment made\n That shell and seeds good answer gave\n \u00a0\u00a0\"No more delay,\" I said.\n \"Your carriage bring; I'll go at once,\n \u00a0\u00a0My goods all in it laid.\"\n3When on the mulberry tree the leaves\n \u00a0\u00a0All hang in glossy state,\n The sight is fair. O dove, beware;\n \u00a0\u00a0Its fruits intoxicate.\n Ah! thou, young maiden, too wilt find\n \u00a0\u00a0Cause for repentance deep,\n If, by a lover's arts seduced,\n \u00a0\u00a0Thyself thou fail to keep.\n A gentleman who hastes to prove\n \u00a0\u00a0The joys of lawless love,\n For what is done may still atone;\n \u00a0\u00a0To thee they'll fatal prove.\n Thou\u2019lt try in vain excuse to feign,\n \u00a0\u00a0Lost like the foolish dove. p. 67\n4When sheds its leaves the mulberry tree,\n \u00a0\u00a0All yellow on the ground,\n And sear they lie. Such fate have I\n \u00a0\u00a0Through my rash conduct found.\n Three years with you in poverty\n \u00a0\u00a0And struggles hard I've passed;\n And now with carriage curtains wet,\n \u00a0\u00a0Through flooded Ch\u2018i. I haste.\n I always was the same, but you\n \u00a0\u00a0A double mind have shown.\n \u2019Tis you, sir, base, the right transgress;\n \u00a0\u00a0Your conduct I have known.\n Aye changing with your moods of mind,\n \u00a0\u00a0And reckless of my moan.\n5Three years of life I was your wife,\n \u00a0\u00a0And labored in your house;\n I early rose, late sought repose,\n \u00a0\u00a0And so fulfilled my vows.\n I never did, one morning's space,\n \u00a0\u00a0My willing work suspend, p. 68\n But me thus cruelly you treat,\n \u00a0\u00a0And from your dwelling send.\n All this my brothers will not own,\n \u00a0\u00a0At me they'll only jeer,\n And say I reap as I have sown;\n \u00a0\u00a0Reply they will not hear.\n In heart I groan, and sad bemoan\n \u00a0\u00a0My fate with many a tear.\n6Together were we to grow old;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Old now, you make me pine.\n The Ch\u2018i aye flows within its banks,\n \u00a0\u00a0Its shores the lake confine.\n But you know neither bank nor shore,\n \u00a0\u00a0Your passions ne\u2019er denied.\n Back to my happy girlhood's time,\n \u00a0\u00a0With hair in knot still tied,\n I wildly go; I'll never know\n \u00a0\u00a0Its smiles and chat again.\n To me you clearly swore the faith,\n \u00a0\u00a0Which now to break you're fain.\n Could I foresee so false you'd be?\n \u00a0\u00a0And now regret is vain.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book V. The Odes of Wei: IV. M\u00eang","type":"page"}