The Arrow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It flew 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 flew to earth, I knew not where.
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of 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