{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop159.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop159.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop159.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2To the hills of the east we went,\n \u00a0\u00a0And long had we there to remain.\n When the word of recall was sent,\n \u00a0\u00a0Thick and fast came the drizzling rain.\n The heavenly gourds rise to the eye,\n \u00a0\u00a0With their fruit hanging under the eave.\n In our chambers the sowbug we spy;\n \u00a0\u00a0Their webs on our doors spiders weave.\n Our paddocks seem crowded with deer,\n \u00a0\u00a0With the glowworm's light all about.\n Such thoughts, while they filled us with fear,\n \u00a0\u00a0We tried, but in vain, to keep out.\n3To the hills of the east we went,\n \u00a0\u00a0And long had we there to remain.\n When the word of recall was sent,\n \u00a0\u00a0Thick and fast came the drizzling rain. p. 177\n On ant hills screamed cranes with delight;\n \u00a0\u00a0In their rooms were our wives sighing sore.\n Our homes they had swept and made tight:\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0All at once we arrived at the door.\n The bitter gourds hanging are seen,\n \u00a0\u00a0From branches of chestnut trees high.\n Three years of toil away we had been,\n \u00a0\u00a0Since such a sight greeted the eye.\n4To the hills of the east we went,\n \u00a0\u00a0And long had we there to remain.\n When the word of recall was sent,\n \u00a0\u00a0Thick and fast came the drizzling rain.\n With its wings now here, and now there,\n \u00a0\u00a0Is the oriole sporting in flight.\n Those brides to their husbands repair,\n \u00a0\u00a0Their steeds red and bay, flecked with white.\n Each mother has fitted each sash;\n \u00a0\u00a0Their equipments are full and complete;\n But fresh unions, whatever their dash,\n \u00a0\u00a0Can ne\u2019er with reunions compete.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XV. The Odes of Pin: III. Tung Shan","type":"page"}