Elinor Wylie

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 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.