And whither goest thou, gentle sigh,
       &nbsp Breathed so softly in my ear?
       &nbsp Say, dost thou bear his fate severe
To Love's poor martyr doomed to die?
Come, tell me quickly,—do not lie;
       &nbsp What secret message bring'st thou here?
And whither goest thou, gentle sigh,
       &nbsp Breathed so softly in my ear?
May heaven conduct thee to thy will
       &nbsp And safely speed thee on thy way;
       &nbsp This only I would humbly pray,—
Pierce deep,—but oh! forbear to kill.
And whither goest thou, gentle sigh,
       &nbsp Breathed so softly in my ear?