Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

And call upon my soul within the house;

Write loyal cantons of contemned love

And sing them loud even in the dead of night;

Halloo your name to the reverberate hals,

And make the babbling gossip of the air；Cry out 'Olivia!'

O, you should not rest; Between the elements of air and earth

But you should pity me!