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.