Ancient groves from hardy days,
Sweeping rivers, fountains clear,
Breezes from high mountain ways,
Little valleys green and dear;
Houses white and turrets black,
Seas that ever heave and tumble,
Peace and joy in every track,
Holy dews on foreheads humble,—
This is what inspires my song,
This is my Cantabria fair!—
If you lose me, seek me long
'Twixt Higuer and Finisterre.