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   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 W. Longfellow.

 

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