Make me a willow cabin at your gate 271 And call upon my soul within the house, 272 Write loyal cantons of contemnèd love 273 And sing them loud even in the dead of night, 274 Hallow your name to the reverberate hills 275 And make the babbling gossip of the air 276 Cry out “Olivia!” O, you should not rest 277 Between the elements of air and earth 278 But you should pity me.
VIOLA
Make me a willow cabin at your gate 271
And call upon my soul within the house , 272
Write loyal cantons of contemnèd love 273
And sing them loud even in the dead of night, 274
Hallow your name to the reverberate hills 275
And make the babbling gossip of the air 276
Cry out “Olivia!” O, you should not rest 277
Between the elements of air and earth 278
But you should pity me . 279
