{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop099.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop099.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop099.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Again she wakes him with the words,\n \u00a0\u00a0\"The east, my lord, is bright.\n A crowded court your presence seeks;\n \u00a0\u00a0Get up, and hail the light.\"\n \u2019Twas not the dawning light which shone,\n But that which by the moon was thrown.\n3He sleeping still, once more she says,\n \u00a0\u00a0\"The flies are buzzing loud.\n To lie and dream here by your side\n \u00a0\u00a0Were pleasant, but the crowd\n Of officers will soon retire;\n Draw not on you and me their ire!\"","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VIII. The Odes of Ch\u2018i: I. Chi Ming","type":"page"}