we thought you'd be here by now
i shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth i know not where for so swiftly it flew the sight could not follow it in it's flight
i breathed a song into the air, it fell to earth i know not where for who has sight so keen and strong that it can follow the flight of a song
long long afterward in an oak, i found the arrow still unbroke and the song i had sung from beginning to end, i found in the heart of a friend.
posted by Mariposa @ 6:30 PM
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5 Comments:
Hey Michelle? Did you write that yourself? o_o!!
(Which also reminds me..I needa call you so I can hear that wonderful voice of yours ^_^)
No dearest darling. How old are you now? If you find out who wrote this, i'll send you a check in the amount of your age. Call anytime. (GOOOGLE IT) :-)
Alright Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is the one who wrote it..I'm 15 and expect that much money in the mail next week from you. ^_^ I'll be calling you tomorrow! ^-^
15 bucks, dude plus the postage. That means I can't go out tomorrow night to see Xmen. Ah well, I'm impressed you found the poem's author.
Longfellow, great guy... even though he's dead now. I want to read more of his stuff. Hey, why don't you find a poem to read to me tomorrow when you call, (or is tomorrow today.) whatever! :)
Oh hey forgive me for not calling you yesterday, I had surgery and I guess it must have slipped my mind..When I get better though I'll call you (The surgery was on my mouth so I cant really talk for long)
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