{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop233.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop233.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop233.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Luxuriant grow the willow trees;\n Beneath their shade one often sees\n \u00a0\u00a0Large crowds at ease reclined.\n So should the king his grace extend,\n And to his court the princes bend\n \u00a0\u00a0Their steps with willing mind.\n But he, whom as a god we viewed,\n Is so uncertain in his mood,\n \u00a0\u00a0That they dare not appear.\n For me I should but court distress,\n If I alone were to address\n Myself to take his cares in hand;\n He would so much of me demand,\n \u00a0\u00a0I'd live in constant fear.\n3The birds now on the trees alight,\n Then spread their wings in sudden flight,\n \u00a0\u00a0And soar aloft to heaven;\n So does the king his purpose change,\n From one thing to another range,\n \u00a0\u00a0As by his fancies driven.\n His heart we cannot fathom well,\n Nor can we any moment tell\n \u00a0\u00a0To what he will proceed.\n The task why should I undertake,\n And vainly the endeavor make,\n His grievous troubles to redress?\n \u2019Twould only cause me sore distress,\n \u00a0\u00a0And to my misery lead.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VII. Decade of Sang Hu: X. Y\u00fc Liu","type":"page"}