Emily Dickinson — The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side— But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the same To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence— Or struggles to a Tree— Or clasps a Rock, with both His Hands— But not for Sympathy— We—tell a Hurt—to cool it— This Mourner—to the Sky A little further reaches—instead— Brave Black Berry—