{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop156.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop156.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop156.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The bushy southernwood is flooded o\u2019er,\n By the cold waters from that spring which pour;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Fit emblem of our state unblest.\n In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh,\n And to my thoughts Chou's capital comes nigh,\n \u00a0\u00a0When through its kings the land had rest.\n3The bushy plants, whose stalks serve to divine\n Beneath the waters of that cold spring pine;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Fit emblem of our state unblest.\n In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh,\n And to my thoughts Chou's capital comes nigh,\n \u00a0\u00a0When through its kings the land had rest.\n4Of old there fell the fertilizing rains,\n And brightly shone the millet on our plains;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0The land knew no oppression hard.\n The states the king's authority obeyed,\n And to each lord, for loyal service paid,\n \u00a0\u00a0The chief of Hs\u00fcn dispensed reward.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XIV. The Odes of Ts\u2018ao: IV. Hsia Ch\u2018\u00fcan","type":"page"}