Question 68
MediumOriginal questionRise, brothers, rise, the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore, and set our free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the sons of the sea.
No longer delay, let us away in the track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our all.
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 cocoanut glade, and the 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 and the dance of the wild foam's glee:
Row, brothers, row to the blue of the , where the low sky mates with the sea.
"To capture the leaping wealth of the tide" refers to
Show the answer and explanation
Correct answer: A
Explanation
The fishermen are gathering their nets to go to sea. What leaps in the tide and gives them their living is fish.
Calling the fish "wealth" shows how much their catch means to them.
Worth noting
Nothing in the poem mentions gold or treasure. The "wealth" is their catch.
- Concept
- Interpreting a figurative phrase
- Typical timeTypical
- 40 s
- Your timeYours
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