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 know 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.

-----Longfellow