From my quiver an arrow shot, Where it fell I know not. Through the air in it’s flight, Eyes can’t follow in it’s sight. A song is sung into the air It fell to earth , I know not where. With eagle’s vision keen and strong Can it follow the flight of song. Some time later in a grove, In a Cedar still unbroke I found my arrow full and whole And my song to the end. Found a heart of a friend.
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