
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2  Round and round the grass we have bound;
     And the corner shines the Heart.
   Strange that we such an evening have found!
     Thus to meet and never to part!
       O joy! O joy!
 That this meeting should come without scheming or art!
3  Round and round the thorns I have bound;
     From the door the Heart I see.
   Oh! that I such an evening have found!
     That this Beauty is come to me!
       O me! O me!
 That this lady so lovely mine only should be!