Coaly-Bay, the Outlaw Horse 
one worth all the rest. Long may he roam—this 
is my wish, and this—that I may see him once again 
in all the glory of his speed with his black mane on 
the wind, the spur-galls gone from his flanks, and 
in his eye the blazing light that grew in his far-off 
forebears’ eyes as they spurned Arabian plains to 
leave behind the racing wild beast and the fleet 
gazelle—yes, too, the driving sandstorm that over- 
whelmed the rest, but strove in vain on the dusty 
wake of the Desert’s highest born. 
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