{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop094.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop094.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop094.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2O you, with girdle strings of blue,\n \u00a0\u00a0My thoughts to you forever roam!\n Although I do not go to you,\n \u00a0\u00a0Yet why to me should you not come?\n3How reckless you, how light and wild,\n \u00a0\u00a0There by the tower upon the wall!\n One day, from sight of you exiled,\n \u00a0\u00a0As long as three long months I call.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Ch\u00eang: XVII. Tz\u016d Chin","type":"page"}