{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop251.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop251.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop251.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The king was walking in his wondrous park,\n \u00a0\u00a0Where lay the does, all sleek and clean.\n \u2019Twas sweet to him their restfulness to mark,\n \u00a0\u00a0And see the white birds\u2019 glistening sheen.\n Then to his wondrous pond he took his way,\n To view the fish their bounding life display.\n3Right in the middle of a circling pool,\n \u00a0\u00a0His hall, the place of joy, he reared.\n For music there he made provision full.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u2019Twixt pillars finely carved appeared\n Face boards, with tops of finest tracery,\n \u2019Neath which large drums and bells were hanging free. p. 353\n4On these the blind musicians did their part.\n \u00a0\u00a0Of lizard skin the drums were made.\n The eyeless men displayed consummate art;\n \u00a0\u00a0In perfect unison they played.\n The music loud resounded through the hall.\n What rapture did the festive throng enthrall!","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book I. Decade of King W\u00ean: VIII. Ling T\u2018ai","type":"page"}