Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Whither? lyrics

I heard a brooklet gushing   From its rocky fountain near, Down into the valley rushing,   So fresh and wondrous clear. I know not what came o'er me,   Nor who the counsel gave; But I must hasten downward,   All with my pilgrim-stave; Downward, and ever farther,   And ever the brook beside; And ever fresher murmured, And ever clearer, the tide. Is this the way I was going? Whither, O brooklet, say I Thou hast, with thy soft murmur, Murmured my senses away. What do I say of a murmur? That can no murmur be; 'T is the water-nymphs, that are singing Their roundelays under me. Let them sing, my friend, let them murmur, And wander merrily near; The wheels of a mill are going In every brooklet clear.