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 Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-black-berry-wears-a-thorn-in-his-side/
