Am I kin to Sorrow, <br />That so oft <br />Falls the knocker of my door -- <br />Neither loud nor soft, <br />But as long accustomed, <br />Under Sorrow's hand? <br />Marigolds around the step <br />And rosemary stand, <br />And then comes Sorrow -- <br />And what does Sorrow care <br />For the rosemary <br />Or the marigolds there? <br />Am I kin to Sorrow? <br />Are we kin? <br />That so oft upon my door -- <br />Oh, come in!<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kin-to-sorrow-2/
