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The Tall Dakoon, the bridle rein he shook, and called aloud, / His Arab steed sprang down the mists which wrapped them like a shroud; / But up there rang the clash of steel, the clanking silver chain, / The war-cry of the Tall Dakoon, the moaning of the slain.
And long they fought -- the Tall Dakoon, the children of the mist, / But he was swift with lance and shield, and supple of the wrist, / Yet if he rose, or if he fell, no man hath proof to show -- / And wide the world beyond the mists, and deep the vales below!
For when a man, because of love, hath wrecked and burned his ships, / And when a man for hate of love hath curses on his lips, / Though he should be the peasant born, or be the Tall Dakoon, / What matters then, of hap, or place, the mist comes none too soon!