There stands a Spanish fort
Upon the Darien shore
And climbing there (a youth was I
And eager to explore!)
Was shocked to find
The place in disrepair:
Two loose, unsteady planks of wood
Served to bridge the deep moat there.
Steadily I trembled at the crossing
With deep and jagged rocks below;
I had yet to see, to blink or shudder
— It seems so very long ago!
Then I was scared to cross with hummingbirds darting to and fro
Now I must cross over a hair hanging with Hell below.