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 breath'd 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 begining to end

I found again in the heart of a friend.