{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop092.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop092.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop092.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\nXV\nThe Tung M\u00ean Chih Shan; narrative, A woman thinks of her lover's residence, and complains that he does not come to her.\n1By th\u2019 eastern gate, flat lies the ground, And madder there grows on the slope. Hard by my lover's house is found; He keeps away, and mocks my hope. p. 99\n2Where chestnuts grow, near th\u2019 eastern gate, There stands a row, where is your home. My heart turns aye to you, its mate, But ah! to me you never come!","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Ch\u00eang: XV. Tung M\u00ean Chih Shan","type":"page"}