From restless tides a granite crown arose,
Where Saint Michael’s trumpet through the ocean blows.
To Aubert, bishop-abbot bold, the angel spoke by flame:
“Raise me a house where heaven bears my name.”
Through storm and siege his monks obeyed,
Stone upon stone a sky-bound fortress laid.
Pilgrims crossed when tides lay low,
Kings and warriors knelt below.
Vikings raided, Normans came,
William of Volpiano shaped its frame.
In Bayeux’s threads the conquest shone,
Yet Michael’s rock stood all alone.
Empires raged, revolutions roared,
Monks were scattered, faith implored.
Victor Hugo’s voice renewed the fight,
To guard the mount for truth and light.
Through war and shadow, Nazi years,
The bells still rang through hopes and fears.
Now sea and sky in wonder meet—
A timeless crown where earth and heaven greet.
