That Omar Khayyam poem reminds me of this one:


THE ARROW AND THE SONG

(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.

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I learned this poem in the 6th grade of elementary school. It's interesting that I can so clearly recall two poems that I learned from my 6th grade teacher, and none from any other teacher in elementary school.