Willow Cabin (Brian Robinson)
- Editor: Brian Robinson (submitted 2020-08-02). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 287 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Contains minor refinements over previous edition.
- Editor: Brian Robinson (submitted 2020-06-17). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 274 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 2020
Description: Lyric is from Twelfth Night, Act 1 Scene 5
Original text and translations
If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suffering, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense;
I would not understand it.
Why, what would you?
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 hills
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!