{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop132.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop132.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop132.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Reed and rush luxuriant rise;\n Still undried the white dew lies.\n Him, the man I have in mind,\n On the stream's edge I should find.\n Upwards first my course I keep,\n Though the way is rough and steep. p. 144\n Downwards then, and what to see?\n In the midstream standeth he,\n On the islet, far removed;\u2014\n Vain has all my searching proved.\n3Reed and rush grow thick and tall;\n Ceases not the dew to fall.\n Him, the man I have in mind,\n On the stream's bank I should find.\n Upwards first I go along,\n But the hard path leads me wrong.\n Downwards then my steps I turn,\n And in midstream him discern,\n On the island, far removed;\u2014\n Vain has all my searching proved.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XI. The Odes of Ch\u2018in: IV. Chien Chia","type":"page"}