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 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 the beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

~Longfellow~