Orlamonde had seven daughters
When the fairy died
The seven maids, the seven daughters,
Sought to win outside.
Then they lit their seven lamps;
Through all the towers they sought;
They opened full four hundred halls;
The day, they found it not.
They came to the echoing caverns deep;
Down, tho' the air was cold,
Went, and in a stubborn door
Found a key of gold.
They see the ocean through the chinks;
They fear to die outside;
They beat on the unmoving door
They dare not open wide.