Velvet Shoes / 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.

Elinor Wylie (1885-1928) from Nets to Catch the Wind, 1921