Snow

by Mary Mapes Dodge

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.