So broadly stretched in sapphire sheet a
Another heaven neath our feet

Ruskin's line number

1370

Of deeper, darker lovelier blue
It seemed that we were sailing through
Those aether fields, so pure, so high

System generated line number

5

Above the concave of the sky

Ruskin's line number

40

Where nor storm nor tempest cometh nigh

Ruskin's line number

1375

And the moon she sits in her majesty