Respuesta :

1: The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.



2: How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

Answer:

the snow, as white as a sheep's fleece,

the snow, it melts my sorrows away,

and from pain I am released

but yet from my trail I will not fray

Explanation:

idk hope it's good