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 rosemaries stand
And then comes Sorrow
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