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 on 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 unbroke; 

And the song, from beginning to end, 

I found it again in the heart of a friend.