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...BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE YOUTH OF MAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD ECLOGUE: THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES THE SWORD by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY WITHER AWAY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |