Gaily bedight, A gallant night. 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.
Edgar Allan PoeAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 19, 1809
- Died: October 7, 1849