
"The Arrow and the Song"
— by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Longfellow is one of my favorite poets, and this particular piece has always been one of my favorite poems, so much said in so few words.
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 an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
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