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 aloud even in the dead of the night;
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out "CARDO!", O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth
But you should pity me!