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Am I kin to Sorrow, / That so of t
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 of t upon my door- / Oh, come in!