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 a 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.

Text: H.W. Longfellow