She sat under tall trees of green
No stain yet upon her was seen
No bane nor sorrow she meet
Starry skies was upon her head
As an untaint'd gem upon silver thread
When she pursued bliss with prancing feet

A fine gentleman entered her life
He cast'd his arm about her new wife
Love so pure and everlasting, she wish'd
Yet so brief was her thrill
Man's might shalt not avail fate's will
Mired in a wicked storm, he perish'd

Long alone she peer'd along the loam
Over sistering hills doom'd to roam
Bound to her grieves under the fading tree
There came her friend with tiding
On the errand of a procurer residing
And into meretricious world, she free

And thence she found herself a favored whore
prowling burdened by countless sins she bore
when by myriad men her chastity wither
In shining lamp undimm'd before shade of night
And far astray she struts finding only blight
Till a man of wealth fetch'd her

Love and gold he grant'd her skin
All was but fine, and happiness endured within
Yet always sorrows and joys alter
O God aloft, pitiest her soul most disdain'd
That prayers and tears shall not plead in vain
Harkenest Thou my sorrowful psalter

--Eliminated nuansa poem--