Great and Rugged Pyrenees

Great and Rugged Pyrenees

   Whose solid presence demands

Notice of lush valleys

   And Spanish oaks that dot the glens -

Prevailing winds churn in wrath -

   I stop to breathe in them;

You cut the horizon in half

   And grip my eye with icy hands.

Your cohort - a mix of clouds -

   Can't forever hide your majesty.

Seville looks on from the south;

   Andorra sings the victory.