Kin to Sorrow

<title>Kin to Sorrow</title>
<h1>Kin to Sorrow</h1>
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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*!

        Edna St. Vincent Millay
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