The sea, at last the sea—the real broad sea—
Beautiful! and a glorious breeze upon it.
Sp. Look back; one catches at this station
Lagoon and sea in combination.
Di. On her still lake the city sits,
Where bark and boat around her flits,
Nor dreams, her soft siesta taking,
Of Adriatic billows breaking.
I do; I see and hear them. Come! to the sea!
Oh, a grand surge! we’ll bathe; quick, quick!—undress!