Under the trees . on the summer sea as it slept in those for-gotten summers before a sail had everwhitened the blue, or a keel cut evanescentfurrows in the trackless waste. Every hour has brought its change tomake this day memorabh:; hour by hourthe lights have transformed the waters andhung over them a sky full of varied andchangeful radiance. Across the line of thedistant horizon white sails have come andgone in broken and mysterious procession,and the imagination has followed them farin their unknown journeyings. As silentlyas they passed from sight, all humanhistory enacted in this vast pr
Under the trees . on the summer sea as it slept in those for-gotten summers before a sail had everwhitened the blue, or a keel cut evanescentfurrows in the trackless waste. Every hour has brought its change tomake this day memorabh:; hour by hourthe lights have transformed the waters andhung over them a sky full of varied andchangeful radiance. Across the line of thedistant horizon white sails have come andgone in broken and mysterious procession,and the imagination has followed them farin their unknown journeyings. As silentlyas they passed from sight, all humanhistory enacted in this vast province ofNatures empire has vanished, and left notrace of itself save here and there a bit ofdriftwood. There lies the unconqueredand forever inviolate kingdom of forcesover which no human skill will ever castthe net of conquest. The sea speaks to the imagination as no other aspect of the natural world does, because of its vastness, its immeasurable and overwhelming power, its exclusion 69 ?iK-^... ^ .L^^ ^CHi^\ r^i-^-:
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