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
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow