In Spain

YOUR sky is a hard and a dazzling blue, 
Your earth and sands are a dazzling gold, 
And gold or blue is the proper hue, 
You say for a swordsman bold. 
 
In the land I have left the skies are cold, 
The earth is green, the rocks are bare, 
yet the devil may hold all your blue and your gold 
Were I only once back there!