Elinor Wylie (1885-1928)

Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow
      In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
      At a tranquil pace,
      Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
      And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
      More beautiful
      Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
      In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
      Upon silver fleece,
      Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
      Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
      On white silence below.
      We shall walk in the snow.