El Dorado
By
Edgar Allan Poe
1845

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!'


-THE END-

This poem is for a great positive influence on me, Steve Clark. Thanks Dad.