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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?

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