Question

What though we toss at the fall of the sun where
the hand of the sea-god drives?

He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his
breast our lives.

Sweet is the shade of the coconut glade, andthe
scent of the mango grove,

And sweet are the sands at the full o'the moon with the sound of the voices we love;

But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam's glee;

Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea.

Q2)Name of the poet- This poem is written by...........​

Answer 1

He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast .