The arrow and the song

I shout 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 know 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.