{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop213.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop213.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop213.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2In the cold of autumn days,\n Each plant shrivels and decays.\n Nature then is hard and stern;\n Living things sad lessons learn.\n Friends dispersed, all order gone,\n Place of refuge have I none.\n3Winter days are wild and fierce;\n Rapid gusts each crevice pierce.\n Such is my unhappy lot,\n Unbefriended and forgot!\n Others all can happy be;\n I from misery never am free.\n4On the mountains are fine trees;\n Chestnuts, plum trees, there one sees.\n All the year their forms they show;\n Stately more and more they grow. p. 272\n Noble turned to ravening thief!\n What the cause? This stirs my grief.\n5Waters from that spring appear\n Sometimes foul, and sometimes clear,\n Changing oft, as falls the rain,\n Or the sky grows bright again.\n New misfortunes every day\n Still befall me, misery's prey.\n6Aid from mighty streams obtained,\n Southern states are shaped and drained.\n Thus the Chiang and Han are thanked,\n And as benefactors ranked.\n Weary toil my vigor drains;\n All unnoticed it remains!\n7Hawks and eagles mount the sky;\n Sturgeons in deep waters lie.\n Out of reach, they safety get,\n Arrow fear not, nor the net.\n Hiding place for me there's none;\n Here I stay, and make my moan.\n8Ferns upon the hills abound;\n Ch\u2018i and i in marshy ground.\n Each can boast its proper place,\n Where it grows for use or grace.\n I can only sing the woe,\n Which, ill-starred, I undergo.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book V. The Decade of Hsiao Min: X. Ss\u016d Y\u00fceh","type":"page"}