Sonnet: A Maiden

[This is my first trial sonnet,
it may have certain flaws!]

The way to home seemed all up hill,
She watched from below, silently still,
As others walked along in modest pride,
She sung keeping all woes aside,
Efforts threw past discarded stems,
No, she didn't lose those starry diadems,
Do you hear the silent song of morn,
Something within has left her torn,
Smoky clouds of chimney long slept,
As howls of owl nearby dutifully crept,
Shyness leads her to quickly leave,
An innocent charm with a clever heave,
Memoirs of pain are faintly seen,
Love still holds her heart smiles beam.