Still the Beasts?
On her arrival she sat still
Humming her luring songs
And native birds by her side
Hummed and sang these songs –
Then sang her a sententious anthem
And became the antic of the horizon!
She rang on her torn drums
Of mixt and sharp tarlons
So still and so resonant
It was a simultaneous tune;
Other birds saw her hauling
At an old lark of provenance:
Who began her dirge
With a sad progeny of the south –
Then each bird fluttered
Away from a vulture’s side.
O! she still sits still
On the orange of the cape –
Would she remain a beast?
Would she retain her gray colour?
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