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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