Of Bows and Arrows

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 a oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Oct. 16, 1845 -Longfellow