The Arrow And The Song

Poem By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

Comments about The Arrow And The Song

This is my favorite poem of all time. I memorized it when I was very young and can still recite it exactly as it was written. I recite it at least once a week or when ever it comes to mind. It tells a beautiful story.
The poem is about influence. We come in contact with people every day. we share ourselves with the world. We make friends and as we go about our separate ways. Only later do we find that our song, our words, our actions come back to bless us and/or others. We influence others daily and sometimes they share us in their lives with others unknowing...
This poem is so beautifully written!
And the song from the beginning to end I found again in the heart of a friend. These line meanings.
One of my favorites

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