342 THE BEAUTIES OF NATURE CHAP. 
Yet more; the billows and the depths have more; 
High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ; 
They hear not now the booming waters roar, 
The battle thunders will not break their rest. 
Keep. thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave; 
Give back the true and brave. 
The most vivid description of a storm at 
sea is, | think, the followmg passage from 
Ruskin’s Modern Painters : 
“Few people, comparatively, have ever 
seen the effect on the sea of a powerful gale 
continued without intermission for three or 
four days and nights; and to those who have 
not, I believe it must be unimaginable, not 
from the mere force or size of the surge, but 
from the complete annihilation of the limit 
between sea and air. The water from its pro- 
longed agitation is beaten, not into mere 
creaming foam, but into masses of accumu- 
lated yeast, which hangs in ropes and wreaths 
from wave to wave, and, where one curls over 
to break, form a festoon like a drapery from 
its edge; these are taken up by the wind, not 
in dissipating dust, but bodily, in writhing, 
hanging, coiling masses, which make the air 
1 Hemans. 
