"The Arrow and the Song," by Longfellow (1807-82), is placed first in this
volume out of respect to a little girl of six years who used to love to
recite it to me. She knew many poems, but this was her favourite.
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,
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.
Henry W. Longfellow.