{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop227.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop227.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop227.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The long-tailed pheasants surest covert find,\n \u00a0\u00a0Amid the forest on the plain.\n Here from my virtuous bride, of noble mind,\n \u00a0\u00a0And person tall, I wisdom gain.\n I praise her while we feast, and to her say,\n \"The love I bear you ne\u2019er will know decay.\n3\"Poor we may be; spirits and viands fine\n \u00a0\u00a0My humble means will not afford. p. 301\n But what we have, we'll taste and not repine;\n \u00a0\u00a0From us will come no grumbling word.\n And though to you no virtue I can add,\n Yet we will sing and dance, in spirit glad.\n4\"I oft ascend that lofty ridge with toil,\n \u00a0\u00a0And hew large branches from the oaks;\n Then of their leafy glory them I spoil,\n \u00a0\u00a0And fagots form with vigorous strokes.\n Returning tired, your matchless grace I see,\n And my whole soul dissolves in ecstasy.\n5\"To the high hills I looked, and urged each steed;\n \u00a0\u00a0The great road next was smooth and plain.\n Up hill, o\u2019er dale, I never slackened speed;\n \u00a0\u00a0Like lutestring sounded every rein.\n I knew, my journey ended, I should come\n To you, sweet bride, the comfort of my home.\"","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VII. Decade of Sang Hu: IV. Ch\u2018\u00ea Hsia","type":"page"}