Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Sicilian Song - Poem 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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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