Little white feathers, filling the air --
Little white feathers! how came ye there?
We came from the cloud-birds sailing so high;
They're shaking their white wings up in the sky.
Little white feathers, how swift you go!
Little white feathers, I love you so!
We are swift because we have work to do;
But hold up your face, and we'll kiss you true.
Recorded by Verity Kendall.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
This poem can be found in "Rhymes and Jingles" by Mary Mapes Dodge (1875).