I shot an arrow into the air. br It fell to earth I knew not where, br For, so swift 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.