{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop153.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop153.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop153.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The wings of the ephemeral fly\n \u00a0\u00a0Are robes of colors gay;\n And such the glory of those men,\n \u00a0\u00a0Soon crumbling to decay!\n I grieve! Would they but rest with me,\n \u00a0\u00a0They\u2019d learn a better way!\n3The ephemeral fly bursts from its hole,\n \u00a0\u00a0With gauzy wings like snow;\n So quick the rise, so quick the fall,\n \u00a0\u00a0Of those great men we know!\n I grieve! Would they but lodge with me,\n \u00a0\u00a0Forth they would wiser go.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XIV. The Odes of Ts\u2018ao: I. Fou Yu","type":"page"}