The Arrow & The Song

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 the 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 begining to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Photo : Larry Keenan