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 strange still is - lost carcosa.
Songs that the hyades shall sing, where flap the tatters of the king,
Must die unheard in - dim carcosa. shall dry and die in - lost carcosa.