There Are Seven That Pull the Thread

There are seven that pull the thread —
There is one under the waves
There is one where the winds are wove
There is one in the old grey house
Where the dew is made before dawn
One lives in the house of the sun
And one in the house of th moon
And one lies under th boughs
Of the golden apple tree
And one spinner is lost
Holiest, holiest seven
Put all your pow’r on the thread
That I’ve spun in the house tonight