The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Chêng: XIX. Ch‘u Ch‘i Tung Mên
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]
2 Forth by the covering wall's high tower,
I went, and saw, like rush in flower,
Each flaunting girl. Brilliant are they,
But not with them my heart's thoughts stay.
In thin white silk, with headdress madder-dyed,
Is she, my sole delight, ’foretime my bride.