I remember a poem that goes something like "I will make me a willow cabin at your gate." I'm not a major poetry buff so I hope someone can tell me what poem this is. Send the answer to my email because I'm not on this site all the time, thanks.

weirdnez@yahoo.ca, Lindsay

I will only pause slightly, in hopes I shall haunt you hungry eager mind

Make me a willow cabin
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), from Twelfth Night, Act I, Scene V.

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!