They sing
7 donzellas.

            (Across the sky an arc
              pattern for sunsets)

      A soul with 7 voices, the
7 donzellas.

          (In the white air
            7 great birds)

The 7 donzellas     die

          (Why could they not be 9?
            Why could they not be 20? ! )

The river carries them

          No one
          can see them.