Dawn in the House of the Horse. Horses in the dawn, thundering down from
the hills. Thundering down out of the pass. Hunkered down out of the
wind, listening to horses beyond the window, hunkered down out of the
hours.

The House of the Dawn. House of the dawn hours. In the house in the dawn
hours. Houris gliding through the house in the dawn hours, like lithe
racing horses.

The Dawn Horse, festooned with peach flowers and rose blossoms, wheeled
out onto and down the boulevard just as the first rays of the sun touch
the tip of the obelisk.