Three little maids they have done to death, <br />To see what hid within their hearts. <br /> <br />The first little heart was full of bliss, <br />And lo, wherever its blood might run, <br />Three serpents hissed till three years were done. <br /> <br />The second was full of gentlehood, <br />And lo, wherever its blood might run <br />Three lambs that fed till three years were done. <br /> <br />The third was full of pain and woe, <br />And lo, wherever the red blood crept <br />Archangels three their vigil kept.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-iii-7/
