I saw four arrows in the clouds,
And as they soared, I wondered how?
Shot by Eros, with pain of love?
Or loosed to kill, by aim of Jove?
If truth flew free, what message should it carry?
Where each is going, to which each gets married?
Blessed, by whispered prayers,
Best or worst, through particles of air,
To strike or bear upon intent,
For what targets were they meant?
