Confucius Poems

The moon comes forth, bright in the sky;
A lovelier sight to draw my eye
Is she, that lady fair.
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He lodged us in a spacious house,
And plenteous was our fare.
But now at every frugal meal
There's not a scrap to spare.
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O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
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My path forth from the east gate lay,
Where cloud-like moved the girls at play.
Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
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Along the great highway,
I hold you by the cuff.
O spurn me not, I pray,
Nor break old friendship off.
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To the top of that tree-clad hill I go,
And towards my father I gaze,
Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,
And my mind's ear hears how he says ...
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Like splendid robes appear the wings
Of the ephemeral fly;
And such the pomp of those great men,
Which soon in death shall lie!
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Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain,
The cock aye shrilly crows.
But I have seen my lord again;--
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You student, with the collar blue,
Long pines my heart with anxious pain.
Although I do not go to you,
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Away the startled pheasant flies,
With lazy movement of his wings.
Borne was my heart's lord from my eyes;--
What pain the separation brings!
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