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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 37 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH OUTWARDS AND HOMEWARDS by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |