The white dress

Some Evening when you are sitting alone,

By your high window motionless and white --

I shall come by the way

That none but I have known,

Into the quiet room out of the night.

You will know I have come,

Without turning your head

Because of the way the air will lie quite still,

As though it waited for something to be said

That no man has ever said,

And no man will.

But you will be wiser than the air.

You know that for the thing we feel

There is no word --

And you will not move

Even when I turn to go,

Even when the sound of my footsteps

Is no longer heard.