{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop127.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop127.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop127.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The dolichos twines round the jujube tree;\n The tombs with convolvulus covered we see:\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Each plant thrives in its proper place\n He whom I loved, the husband of my heart,\n Is here no more, and I remain apart,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor can my life's strength now embrace. p. 137\n3Bright in our room was the pillow of horn,\n And coverlet broidered the couch to adorn,\n \u00a0\u00a0When first in one was blent our fate.\n The husband of my heart, whom I admired,\n Is here no more, and I must live retired,\n \u00a0\u00a0And for each morning lonely wait.\n4Each day a day of the long summer light,\n Each night as long as the dark winter night;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Shall I in solitude here pine.\n A hundred years will seem their course to run\n Ere of this mortal life the time is done,\n \u00a0\u00a0And him within the tomb I join.\n5Each night as long as the dark winter night,\n Each day a day of the long summer light;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0To me no comfort e\u2019er will come.\n My life will seem to last a hundred years,\n Till in my death its welcome close appears,\n \u00a0\u00a0And to his chamber I go home.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book X. The Odes of T\u2018ang: XI. Ko Sh\u00eang","type":"page"}