The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, , at sacred-texts.com
2There stands the New tower grand and high,
Where with still stream the Ho flows by;—
For bride a palace rare.
To Wei she came, a mate to find;
She sought a husband young and kind,
But found this misshaped bear.
3As when the net for fish they set,
And lo! a goose ensnared they get,
They stamp with sudden ire;
So might she stamp who came to wed
The genial son, and in his stead
Got but the humpbacked sire.