The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2O that I saw the lower robe to match
This cap of white! I'd with the wearer go,
And live with him, my heart eased of its smart,—
Its sadness gone, such mourner true to know. p. 161
3O that I saw the white knee covers worn,
Suiting the cap and skirt! I should feel bound
To him whose lasting grief so sought relief.
The sympathy would heal my heart's deep wound.