What fowls are a-wing in the stormy heaven!”
“But why is your face so yellowy white,
Sister Helen?
And why are your skirts so funnily tight?”
“Be quiet you torment, or how can I write,
Little brother?
(O Mother Carey, mother!
How gathers thy train to the sea from the heaven.”)
“And who’s Mother Carey, and what is her train,
Sister Helen?