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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Kin to Sorrow

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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