Is There Some Spirit Sighing

Is there some Spirit sighing
With sorrow in the air?
Can weary hearts be dying,
Vain love repining there?
If not, then how can that wild wail,
O sad Æeolian lyre!
Be drawn forth by the wandering gale
From thy deep thrilling wire?

No, no!--thou dost not borrow
That sadness from the wind,
Nor are those tones of sorrow
In thee, O harp! enshrined;
But in our own hearts deeply set
Lies the true quivering lyre,
Whence love, and memory, and regret
Wake answers from thy wire.