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?