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EL DORADO; AFTER EDGAR ALLAN POE

Riding valiantly into the night,

mounted on horseback, was the knight,

his body: one long shadow,

in desperate search of El Dorado.

"Where, oh where, could these riches be?"

said the knight, looking as far as he could see,

his bold heart grew weary, dull as a shadow,

"Oh, how it is unbeknownst to me;

where do I go, to find this land called 'El Dorado'?"

And from a land unseen, rose the pilgrim shadow:

"Ride o'er the mountains, and through the dark meadow;

of fear and doubt your heart must be shallow,

should you wish to find El Dorado!"

So the knight listened to the shadow,

into the sky and over the sea, went he,

but, as said he,

"I must find El Dorado!"

So through the valley and o'er the moon,

rode the knight, and he rode very gallantly;

said the shadow, "You will find the city soon,

and I shall keep you company."

'Soon' came and went, but the city did not,

"By now, said the knight, "the riches must have rot."

"Do not lose hope," said the pilgrim shadow,

"for soon, you will find El Dorado."

But the knight's heart grew deep with age and fear,

for he had been riding since yesteryear;

"I shall search no longer," said the knight, weary was he,

"I cannot find the city--a myth, it must be."

The knight dismounted, no longer willing to ride,

he let his bravery subside, no longer dignified.

So the knight closed his eyes,

but, to his great surprise,

his eyes filled with light,

and a city of gold and white

came into sight.

"Look! It is here!" cried the shadow,

as the knight admired the city's glow.

The knight smiled wide, and said he,

"I have searched high and low,

and finally, I have found the city

by the name of El Dorado."