The Arrow And The Song
(1)
I shot an arrow in the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where; ;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
(2)
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?
(3)
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