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.