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/
