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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.


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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Poem Winter in Durnover Field - Thomas Hardy