I SHOT an arrow into the air :
It fell to earth, I know 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 know not where,
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song ?

Long, long after, 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.