The King in Yellow

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.