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Without a word they knew it. His face burning,"We can return'"; but they knew, at his. word,That there are paths that do not know returning;And as their downward-stumbling footsteps stirredThe stony steep, the roadway dust, the grayAnd morning hush, each rustle made or heardSang to them they had found the starrier way.
The NationClement Wood


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 goSilence will fall like dews On white silence below. We shall walk in the snow.
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseElinor Wylie

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