How many lilies be ablow?
  Count them and see --
Seven by the wall, and seven by the door;
  'Tis time he came to me.
    Oh, love's bitter!

Was ever  ...  whiter web than this 
  That I spin to-day?
A wedding gown or a winding sheet,
  Love, which shall it be?
    Oh,  ...  bitter!

 ... 

Two ships I see: one in the west --
  Love, is it thine?
One in the east, in a windy mist --
  Oh, love, which is thine?
     ... 

Then speak the dames: "Her ship went down 
  That night at sea."
My seven white lilies -- do ye hear?
  For this they speak of me!
    Oh, love's bitter.