When you read this poem, let your inner voice whisper.  

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.

-Elinor Wylie

From Silver Pennies by Blanche Jennings Thompson

If you find a silver penny in the snow pick it up...its the only way to enter fairyland.