In a strange country I sat by the roadside heavy with grief. Then along the way three maidens danced, their arms intertwined, their eyes aflame, all beautiful as the sunlight.
"Oh, radiant ones," I cried, "who are you?"
They answered softly, "We are called Life and Love and Death."
"But whither go you?" I asked.
"We know not," they answered.
"And which is Life, which Love, and which is Death?" I cried again.
"Ah," answered they, "that we do not know," and they twined their arms the more lovingly.
Joy flamed in their eyes, so I arose and went with them.