What is it that we are to row toward?
Were we initially rowing from something?
The answer is not literal, not “the churn of water,” the “pounding,” the “falls/plunging.” We have to go into symbol and metaphor at this point.
The speaker leaves us to answer. Our only clue: a life without love hasn’t much worth.
Would you like me to tell you the answer?
What makes you think I know?