Born of the waters are we, Clean of original stain; Fresh from the salt of the sea, Pure from the marsh and the plain. Borne of the breezes above Whithersoever they go, Made in a mystical love, Mothers of rain and snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOVE'S CALENDAR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG OF THE FATHERLAND by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE STUDY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |