The Arrow and The Song
I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where;
For o 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 unbroken;
And the song, from beginning to end, I found again, in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
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