by Edgar Allan Poe
Gaily bedight,A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow,Had journeyed long,Singing a song,In search of Eldorado.
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 Eldorado.
And, as his strength Failed him at length,He met a pilgrim shadow-"Shadow," said he,"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,"The shade replied-
"If you seek for Eldorado!"