The clothing is its feathers. A mute swan makes very little noise on the water, but its wings throb in flight.
My clothing keeps quiet when I walk the earth, settle at home or stir the waters. But sometimes my garments and the high air lift me over the houses of men, and the strength of the clouds carries me far. Then my finery sings out loud and clear, a travelling spirit, when I am touching neither water nor land. What am I?
Give me a hintThe hint
A bird whose wings sing in flight and who is quiet on the water.