The King in Yellow (1895)
by Robert W. Chambers
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.🏁
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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.🏁