{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop148.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop148.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop148.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2All round the marsh's shores are seen\n Valerian flowers and rushes green.\n But lovelier is that Beauty rare,\n Handsome and large, and tall, and fair.\n I wish and long to call her mine,\n Doomed with the longing still to pine.\n Nor day nor night e\u2019er brings relief;\n My inmost heart is full of grief.\n3Around the marsh, in rich display,\n Grow rush and lotus flowers, all gay. p. 159\n But not with her do they compare,\n So tall and large, majestic, fair.\n Both day and night, I nothing speed;\n Still clings to me the aching need.\n On side, on back, on face, I lie,\n But vain each change of posture try.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XII. The Odes of Ch\u2018\u00ean: X. Ts\u00ea P\u2018o","type":"page"}