Eldorado 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 foundNo spot of groundThat looked like Eldorado. And, as his strengthFailed him at length,He met a pilgrim shadow—‘Shadow,’ said he,‘Where can it be—This land of Eldorado?’ …