Sicilian Song by Frances Anne Kemble
I planted in my heart one seed of love,
Water’d with tears and watch’d with sleepless care.
It grew—and when I look’d that it should prove
A gracious tree—and blessed harvests bear,
Blossom nor fruit was there to crown my pain,
Tears, care, and labour, all had been in vain,
And yet I dare not pluck it from my heart,
Lest with the deep-struck root my life depart.