ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 81 



a memorable evening walk. The sea was now 

 light blue, and so calm that it reflected like a 

 lake the white clouds that were over it, and the 

 boats with their masts and sails as they lay 

 upon its surface. As we come up from the 

 shore and traverse the heathery moorland we 

 find that the sunset has gone; but the clear 

 twilight remains ; and, as we look at the 

 mountains beyond the moor, some of us are 

 constrained to linger in silence held back by 

 the fascination of a scene so still, so solemn, 

 that in the midst of it even to speak aloud 

 seems to be a desecration, until at length one 

 whispers to me words which recall that strange 

 episode on the Mount of Transfiguration 

 words which were already in my own mind 

 ' Master, it is good for us to be here.' 



