The Arrow and The Song

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where,

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight,

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where,

For who has sight, so keen and strong,

That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak,

I found the arrow, still unbroke,

And the song from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow