Along the shore the cloud waves break,

The twin suns sink behind the lake,

The shadows lengthen

             In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies

But stranger still is

             Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,

Where flap the tatters of the King,

Must die unheard in

             Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,

Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed

Shall dry and die in

             Lost Carcosa.

Cassilda’s song in The King in Yellow,
             Act 1. Scene 2.