{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop158.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop158.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop158.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Ere the clouds the sky had obscured,\n The mulberry roots I secured.\n \u00a0\u00a0Door and window around,\n \u00a0\u00a0Them so firmly I bound,\n That I said, casting downward my eyes,\n \"Dare any of you my house despise?\"\n3I tugged with my claws and I tore,\n And my mouth and my claws were sore.\n \u00a0\u00a0So the rushes I sought,\n \u00a0\u00a0And all other things brought;\n For to perfect the house I was bent,\n And I grudged no toil with this intent. p. 175\n4My wings are deplorably torn,\n And my tail is much injured and worn.\n \u00a0\u00a0Tossed about by the wind,\n \u00a0\u00a0While the rain beats unkind,\n Oh! my house is in peril of harm,\n And this note I scream out in alarm.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XV. The Odes of Pin: II. Ch\u2018ih Hsiao","type":"page"}