II.

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.

III.

And as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow; "Shadow," said he,

"Where can it be,

This land of Eldorado?"

IV.

"Over the Mountains

Of the Moon,

Down the Valley of the Shadow,

Ride, boldly ride,"

The Shade replied,

"If you seek for Eldorado!"

THE VALLEY OF UNREST.

Once it smiled a silent dell

Where the people did not dwell:
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly from their azure towers
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.

Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.

Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas

Around the misty Hebrides!

Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even.

Over the violets there that lie

In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave

And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave-from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops;
They weep-from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.