Question

Sweet is the shade of the coconut glade,
And the scent of the mango grove.
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the moon,
With the sound of voices we love.
When they are on the boal
But sweeter, O brother, the kiss of the spray
And The dance of the wild foam's glee.
Row, brothers, row to the blue of the verge,
Where the low sky mates with the sea.​

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