Viola and Olivia.
- When Viola, a servant of the Duke,
Of him she loved the page, went, sent by him,
To tell Olivia that great love which shook
His breast and stopt his tongue; was it a whim,
Or jealousy or fear that she must look
- Upon the face of that Olivia?
- 'Tis hard to say if it were whim or fear
Or jealousy, but it was natural,
As natural as what came next, the near
Intelligence of hearts: Olivia
Loveth, her eye abused by a thin wall
- Of custom, but her spirit's eyes were clear.
- Clear? we have oft been curious to know
The after-fortunes of those lovers dear;
Having a steady faith some deed must show
That they were married souls--unmarried here
Having an inward faith that love, called so
In verity, is of the spirit, clear
Of earth and dress and sex--it may be near
- What Viola returned Olivia?
Last modified: 23 March 1996