Winter in Durnover Field

 Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and 
frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about thereon, 
and wistfully eyeing the surface. Wind keen from north-east: sky a 
dull grey. 

(Triolet) 

Rook.--Throughout the field I find no grain; 
 The cruel frost encrusts the cornland! 
Starling.--Aye: patient pecking now is vain 
 Throughout the field, I find . . . 
Rook.--No grain! 
Pigeon.--Nor will be, comrade, till it rain, 
 Or genial thawings loose the lorn land 
 Throughout the field. 
Rook.--I find no grain: 
 The cruel frost encrusts the cornland!

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