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 Millaybr br