Am I kin to Sorrow,
       &nbspThat so oft
Falls the knocker of my door—
       &nbspNeither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
       &nbspUnder Sorrow's hand?
Marigolds around the step
       &nbspAnd rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow—
       &nbspAnd what does Sorrow care
For the rosemary
       &nbspOr the marigolds there?
Am I kin to Sorrow?
       &nbspAre we kin?
That so oft upon my door—
       &nbsp*Oh, come in*!