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 a oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
and the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
LONGFELLOW, H.W. in. 101 great ameican poems.New York: Dover Publications, 1998, p. 6.