Edna St. Vincent Millay — Kin to Sorrow

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*!