Heart of a Friend

I shot an arrow into the air
It felt to earth, I knew not where
For, so swiftly I flew the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air
It felt to earth, I knew others
For who was sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?
Long, long afterward, it an oak
I found the arrow still unbroken
And the song from beginning to end
I found again in the heart of a friend.