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