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September 15, 2012

The Arrow and the Song



The Arrow and The Song

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 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 unbroken;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

by Henry Wadsworth, Longfellow

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