Cheery Beggar

Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain,In Summer, in a burst of summertimeFollowing falls and falls of rain,When the air was sweet-and-sour of the flown fineflower ofThose goldnails and their gaylinks that hang along a lime; ........ The motion of that man's heart is fineWhom want could not make píne, píneThat struggling should not sear him, a gift should cheer himLike that poor pocket of pence, poor pence of mine. ........