ON THE COAST OF ARRAN 139 



sea. Shelley speaks of the ' Heaven-reflecting 

 sea,' and again of 



The Sea, in storm or calm, 

 Heaven's ever-changing Shadow. 



His storm-pictures are numerous. Here is 

 one: 



Ocean's purple waves, 

 Climbing the land, howled to the lashing winds. 



And could anything out of Shakespeare be better 

 than this sketch of the sea in calm. The words 

 are addressed by the Ocean itself to Apollo : 



My streams will flow 



Bound many peopled continents, and round 

 Fortunate isles ; and from their glassy thrones 

 Blue Proteus and his humid nymphs shall mark 

 The shadow of fair ships .... 

 Borne down the rapid sunset's ebbing sea. 



In the evening, although the wind continued, 

 the rain wore itself out ; and, having in mind 

 to make the most of our time, we started for a 

 place on the shore which has the misfortune 

 to be called ' The Fallen Kocks.' Such names 

 always awaken a prejudice. We had to pass the 



