Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath 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 i, Scene 2.

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath 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 i, Scene 2.