Along the shre the coud waves break,
The twin suns sink beind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night whre black stars rise
And strange moons crcle through the skies
But straner still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shal sing,
Whee flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is ead;
Die thou, usung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.