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 song?

    Long, long afterward, in an oak

  I found the arrow, still unbroke;

  And the song, from beginning to end,

  I found again in the heart of a friend.