I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I know 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 afterwards, 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.

by Henry Woodsworth Longfellow

as transcribed in The Peerless Loose Leaf Note Book

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