Falling snow Amy lowell The snow whisper about me And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow But no one will pass this way Seeking my footsteps And when the temple bell rings again They will be covered--goneFalling Snow Amy Lowell The snow whisper about me. And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow. But no one will pass this way Seeking my footsteps. And when the temple bell rings again, They will be covered——gone