The Heart of a Friend

H. W. Longfellow

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.