Elinor Wylie

Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow 
In a soundless space; 
With footsteps quiet snd 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.