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THE SHE KING; OR, THE BOOK OF ANCIENT POETRY

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242 <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> <strong>OF</strong> POETKY. [PART II.<br />

Grief has robbed my eyes of sight,<br />

Almost plunging me in night.<br />

Others' hands laid in the grave,<br />

Those whose pain my being gave !<br />

2 Long and large the ngo plants grow.<br />

Wei plants surely I should know !<br />

How can I confound them so ?<br />

Grief has robbed my eyes of sight,<br />

Almost plunging me in night.<br />

Others' hands laid in the earth,<br />

Those whose suffering gave me birth.<br />

3 Pitcher should be filled from vase;<br />

Where this fails, 'tis reckoned base.<br />

Than to live as orphan left,<br />

Better be of life bereft!<br />

Father dead, on whom depend ?<br />

Mother dead, where find a friend ?<br />

I, abroad, this sad case know,<br />

And, at home, can nowhere go.<br />

4 Father, from whose loins I sprung,<br />

Mother, on whose breast I hung,<br />

Tender were ye, and ye fed,<br />

Now upheld, now gently led.<br />

Eyes untiring watched my way;<br />

Often in your arms I lay.<br />

How could I repay your love,<br />

Vast as arch of heaven above ?<br />

5 Cold and bleak that southern hill!<br />

Tempests fierce with terror thrill.<br />

All around is dark, but more<br />

Dark the lot which I deplore !<br />

Others all can happy be;—<br />

Why from grief am I not free ?<br />

6 Hill so steep what foot can brave ?<br />

Blustering winds around it rave.<br />

Fierce the winds! As fierce the fate,<br />

Which pursues me desolate !<br />

Happy all save me alone,<br />

Thinking aye of dues undone !<br />

BK V. ix.] <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> <strong>OF</strong> POETET. . 243<br />

IX.<br />

The Ta tuny; allusive. AN <strong>OF</strong>FICER, OP ONE '<strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> STATES OE<br />

<strong>THE</strong> EAST, DEPLOBES TIIE EXACTIONS MADE EKOM <strong>THE</strong>M BY <strong>THE</strong><br />

GOVERNMENT ; COMPLAINS <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> EAVOUB SHOWN TO <strong>THE</strong> WEST ;<br />

CONTRASTS <strong>THE</strong> MISEKY <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> PRESENT WITH <strong>THE</strong> HAPPINESS <strong>OF</strong><br />

<strong>THE</strong> PAST ; AND APPEALS TO <strong>THE</strong> STARS <strong>OF</strong> HEAVEN IDLY BEHOLDING<br />

<strong>THE</strong>IE CONDITION.<br />

" The Weaving Sisters " are three stars in Lyra, in the form of a tri<br />

angle. The stars seem to go round the circumference Of the heavens in a<br />

day and night. They would accomplish six of those in a whole day, but as<br />

their motion is in advance of that of the sun, they have entered the<br />

seventh space by the time he is up with them again. " The Draught<br />

Oxen " is the name of some stars in the neck of Aquila. The writer<br />

evidently took Lucifer and Hesperus to be two different stars. " The<br />

Rabbit Net " is a name for the Hyades. The " fcjieve " has occurred before<br />

in VI. 2. It is the name of one of the 28 constellations of the Zodiac,—<br />

part of the sign Sagittarius. It consists of four stars, two of which<br />

are called " the Heels," close together, and two more widely apart, called<br />

" the Mouth." " The Ladle " is also in Sagittarius, supposed to resemble<br />

a ladle taking spirits from a jar.<br />

1 With millet filled, the dishes stood displayed;<br />

The spoons lay long and curved, of thornwood made.<br />

Smooth as a whetstone was the road to Chow,<br />

And straight as shaft well fitted for the bow.<br />

This road the common people gladly viewed;<br />

The officers on it their way pursued.<br />

Thus back to former times my thoughts will go,<br />

And down my cheeks the tears in streamlets flow.<br />

Now in the east, in States both large and small,<br />

Shuttles unplied, the looms are empty all.<br />

Thin cloth of dolichos supplies the shoes,<br />

Which shivering travellers on the hoar frost use.<br />

Young nobles, cultured, but too thin and spare,<br />

Hurry along the road, all full of care.<br />

They go, they come; weary they are and worn.<br />

My heart aches for them, and I feel forlorn.<br />

3 This firewood, cut and hewn with earnest toil,<br />

I fear the waters from that spring will spoil.<br />

Fit then as emblems they would be of those<br />

Whose stern exactions grant us no repose.<br />

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