When either steed would nimbly spring from ground, As the spur galled and gored his bleeding flank, He on that little bridge no footing found;
For all to narrow was the scanty plank.
Hence both fall headlong, and the deafening sound Re-echo vaulted skies and grassy bank.
So rang our stream, when from the heavenly sphere Was hurled the sun's ill-fated charioteer.
