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.

        -- Robert W. Chambers