9ГД-11 Куприна Арина. Henry Longfellow. 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 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 to keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterwards, in oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end. I found again in the heat of a friend.