by
E.A. Poe
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of El Dorado.
But he grew old,
This knight so bold,
And o'er his heart a shadow,
Fell, as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like El Dorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of El Dorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied,-
"If you seek for El Dorado!"