Incumbent crags, and hills that over hills
Arose on either hand, here hung with woods,
Here rich with heath, that o’er some smooth ascent
Its purple glory spread, or golden gorse;
Bare here, and striated with many a hue,
Scored by the wintry rain; by torrents here
Riven, and with overhanging rocks abrupt.
Pelayo, upward as he cast his eyes
Where crags loose-hanging o’er the narrow pass
Impended, there beheld his country’s strength