The Fei Fêng; narrative and allusive. Some one tells his sorrow for the decay of the power of Chou.

1  Not for the stormy wind,
  Nor rushing chariots’ roar,
But when I view the road to Chou,—
  I'm pained to my heart's core.

2  Not for the whirlwind's sweep,
  Nor car's unsteady roll,
But when I view the road to Chou,—
  Deep sadness dulls my soul.

3  For one who fish can cook,
  His boilers I would clear;
So him whose heart beats westward true,
  With these good words I cheer.