To my dear friends..

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 sightCould not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It feel 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 oakI found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow