Winter In Durnover Field By Thomas Hardy

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!