Reverberate Hills
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;
Hallow 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.
