Its wondrous span to me doth seem
The bridge described in Mirza’s dream,
On which the good alone might tread,
Whilst others fell and perished.
Alas, in modern Babylon,
There’s not a soul that can pass over;
No, not a single holy one,
Endowed with virtue to discover
The step by which to tread the ridge
Of Hungerford’s aërial Bridge!