Cheery Beggar

 Beyond M?gdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, 
In Summer, in a burst of summertime 
Following falls and falls of rain, 
When the air was sweet-and-sour of the flown fineflower of 
Those goldnails and their gaylinks that hang along a lime;
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The motion of that man’s heart is fine 
Whom want could not make p?ne, p?ne 
That struggling should not sear him, a gift should cheer him 
Like that poor pocket of pence, poor pence of mine.

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