Tuesday, May 14, 2013


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.
            Henry W. Longfellow.

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