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