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THE BROKEN BRIDGE
ОглавлениеUnder the long unbroken stress the bridge
Collapsed, and hurled the company to disaster
Into the black gulf of the roaring torrent ...
The regiment of thoughts that over his brain
Had marched so long in orderly array
From ridge to perilous ridge
Was stricken with dismay,
And fell
Pell-mell
In frantic disarray
Into the hurtling and abhorrent
Gulf of the swirling and insane
Furies of darkness, rushing fast and faster
Through labyrinthine corridors of hell ...
And yet to us that bridge had seemed to be
Rock-founded and secure, a Roman way
On which in orderly array
From ridge to perilous ridge
Of eagle-haunted regions
His thoughts’ unchallengeable legions
Might march for ever and a day,
Might march through time into eternity!