may be,
The one, my sister of the cross, I fashioned with thee.
My chain, sweet sister of the cross, another took; what needs
To tell thee which—the one which hath two strings of
golden beads.
Another took my flower from me—and which one dost thou
know?
It is, my sister of the cross, the floweret that doth blow
In autumn days among the grass, where thick the plum-trees
grow.