I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth I new not where;
For, so quickly it flew that 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 have sight so keen and strong,
that it could follow the flight of a song?
Long, long afterword, in and 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 Wadsworth Longfellow