Sicilian Song

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.