IX THE SEA 839 
and sky each bluer than the other, while the 
sea seems as if it had nothing to do but to 
laugh and play with the children on the sands; 
the children perseveringly making castles with 
spades and: pails, which the waves then run 
up to and wash away, over and over and 
over again, until evening comes and the chil- 
dren go home, when the Sea makes every- 
thing smooth and ready for the next day’s 
play. 
Many are satisfied to admire the Sea from 
shore, others more ambitious or more free 
prefer a cruise. They feel with Tennyson’s 
voyager : 
We left behind the painted buoy 
That tosses at the harbour-mouth ; 
And madly danced our hearts with joy, 
As fast we fleeted to the South: 
How fresh was every sight and sound 
On open main or winding shore! 
We knew the merry world was round, 
And we might sail for evermore. 
Many appreciate both. The long roll of 
the Mediterranean on a fine day (and I sup- 
pose even more of the Atlantic, which I have 
never enjoyed), far from land in a good ship, 
