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!