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!
