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Am I  kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door –
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed –
Under Sorrow’s hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow –
And what does Sorrow care
For the rosemary
Or the marigolds there?
Am I kin to Sorrow?
Are we kin?
That so oft upon my door –
Oh, come in!

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