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Winter In Durnover Field
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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.


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!