["While the flowrets gently tremble"]

I have woo'd thee never deeming
 That my love could give the pain
Yet thine eyes with tears are streaming
 When I name that love again
 Weep no more of for thy sake
 Thus [?] my heart with grief will 
 break

 [w?]
In a foreign land thoult 
 But thy thoughts will
  turn to me
Then thy alas thoult
  sadly ponder
Am the love I've 
  born to thee
Leave me not

[lower left, at angle:
f from]