Dropp’d feather from the wings of God <br />My little songs and snatches are, <br />So light He does not hear them fall <br />As He goes by, from star to star. <br />Dropp’d feathers from the wings of God <br />I find, and braid them in my hair; <br />Men heed them not--they only make <br />My soul unto herself more fair.<br /><br />Karle Wilson Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-s-song/
