I shot an arrow into the air, br It fell to earth, I knew not where; br For, so swiftly it flew, the sight br Could not follow it in its flight. br br I breathed a song into the air, br It fell to earth, I knew not where; br For who has sight so keen and strong, br That it can follow the flight of song? br br Long, long afterward, in an oak br I found the arrow, still unbroke; br And the song, from beginning to end, br I found again in the heart of a friend.