Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, <br />In Summer, in a burst of summertime <br />Following falls and falls of rain, <br />When the air was sweet-and-sour of the flown fineflower of <br />Those goldnails and their gaylinks that hang along a lime; <br />. . . . . . . . <br />The motion of that man’s heart is fine <br />Whom want could not make píne, píne <br />That struggling should not sear him, a gift should cheer him <br />Like that poor pocket of pence, poor pence of mine. <br />. . . . . . . .<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cheery-beggar/
