Enraptured in the twirling nets,
the chains immortal to repay her debts.
Thirst unquenched, "Entertain us" they cried,
Through a thin smile, "Solitude" replied.

Flesh for sale, as though not her own,
Pictured in the frame of woe.
No gift of Love, No rose Divine,
A temptress  kiss will be her remise