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The arrow, the song, and the bridge

by Joel Balzun (b. 1990)

1. (it) Fell  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I shot an Arrow into the air
It fell to earth I [knew]1 not where,
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breath'd a Song into the air
It fell to earth, I [knew]1 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 from begining to end
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Text Authorship:

  • by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "The Arrow and the Song", appears in The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems, first published 1846

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Note: parodied in the anonymous poem I stuck a pin into a chair.

1 Balfe, Emery: "know"

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

2. Memories of Love (The Bridge with the Flowing River at Midnight)  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
  As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
  Behind the dark church-tower. 

I saw her bright reflection
  In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
  And sinking into the sea. 

And far in the hazy distance
  Of that lovely night in June,
The blaze of the flaming furnace
  Gleamed redder than the moon. 

Among the long, black rafters
  The wavering shadows lay,
And the current that came from the ocean
  Seemed to lift and bear them away; 

As, sweeping and eddying through them,
Rose the belated tide,
And, streaming into the moonlight,
  The seaweed floated wide. 

And like those waters rushing
  Among the wooden piers,
A flood of thoughts came o'er me
  That filled my eyes with tears. 

How often, oh, how often,
  In the days that had gone by,
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
  And gazed on that wave and sky! 

How often, oh, how often,
  I had wished that the ebbing tide
Would bear me away on its bosom
  O'er the ocean wild and wide! 

For my heart was hot and restless,
  And my life was full of care,
And the burden laid upon me
  Seemed greater than I could bear. 

But now it has fallen from me,
  It is buried in the sea;
And only the sorrow of others
  Throws its shadow over me. 

Yet whenever I cross the river
  On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
  Comes the thought of other years. 

And I think how many thousands
  Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
  Have crossed the bridge since then. 

I see the long procession
  Still passing to and fro,
The young heart hot and restless,
  And the old subdued and slow! 

And forever and forever,
  As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
  As long as life has woes; 

The moon and its broken reflection
  And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
  And its wavering image here.

Text Authorship:

  • by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "The bridge", appears in The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems, first published 1845

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 441
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