Well, I can now extend my quote for a couple more lines:

...her hand,
And she knows that I'm leavin' but she sheds (?) not her grievin'
Her heartbeats believin' I'll return if I can.

Ice covered birches on a cold winter morn
From the hillside they shimmer and glimmer and shine,
But the branches are broken and their heads are bowed low,
Like the sad tender heart of that darlin' of mine,
Like the heart of that darlin' of mine.

In a far northern...