Spanish
When with an elegance that deftly strips
The ancestral Latin of its garb severe,
How like a rhythmic poem, rich and clear,
Thou soundest on soft Madrilena lips.
To murmur love, sweet as the flower, where sips
The amorous bee; in councils, stern, austere,
But when hate floods the heart, or foes appear,
How thy fierce Moorish gutturals sting like whips!
Language of varied charm, whene'er I hear
Thy laughing vowels, they invoke the grand
And babbling turmoil of Granada's mart.
But when thy graver accents strike my ear,
I see Columbus, praised by Ferdinand,
Explain with beaming eyes an unknown chart.
The ancestral Latin of its garb severe,
How like a rhythmic poem, rich and clear,
Thou soundest on soft Madrilena lips.
To murmur love, sweet as the flower, where sips
The amorous bee; in councils, stern, austere,
But when hate floods the heart, or foes appear,
How thy fierce Moorish gutturals sting like whips!
Language of varied charm, whene'er I hear
Thy laughing vowels, they invoke the grand
And babbling turmoil of Granada's mart.
But when thy graver accents strike my ear,
I see Columbus, praised by Ferdinand,
Explain with beaming eyes an unknown chart.
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