{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop135.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop135.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop135.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Bushy oaks on the mountain grow,\n And six elms where the ground is low.\n But I, my husband seen no more,\n My sad and joyless fate deplore.\n O how is it, I long to know,\n That he, my lord, forgets me so?\n3The hills the bushy wild plums show,\n And pear trees grace the ground below.\n But, with my husband from me gone,\n As drunk with grief, I dwell alone.\n O how is it, I long to know,\n That he, my lord, forgets me so?","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XI. The Odes of Ch\u2018in: VII. Ch\u2018\u00ean F\u00eang","type":"page"}