Classic Poem

Three little maidens they have slain,
To find out what their hearts contain.

The first of them was brimmed with bliss,
And everywhere her blood was shed,
For full three years three serpents hiss.

The second full of kindness sweet,
And everywhere her blood was shed,
Three lambs three years have grass to eat.

The third was full of pain and rue,
And everywhere her blood was shed,
Three seraphim watch three years through.