The Arrow and the Song

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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.