The heart of a friend

             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.