THE POET
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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!"
