Thursday, June 2, 2011

A fellow named Henry Wadsworth said...

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to Earth, I knew not where;

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

could not 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 could not follow the flight of the song?

Long, long after, 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 Wadsworth Longfellow

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