Inquiry

Say, heavenly spirit! kindly say, Where tarries now this youth of mine; Say, is he speeding on his way, Or doth he linger, drinking wine?

If he be speeding on,—elated With joy and gladness let him be: If quaffing wine,—in quiet seated, O! his be peace and gaiety!

But if he love another maiden, I wish him nought but sorrow:—No! Then be his heart with anguish laden! And let Heaven smite his path with woe!