The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2At the bend in the way a russet pear tree
Stands there all alone,—a fit image of me.
There is that princely man! O that he would come.
And rambling with me be himself here at home!
In the core of my heart I love him, but say,
Whence shall I procure him the wants of the day.