Robert W Chambers 1895

in th’ auld Scottis leid


Alang th' shore th' clood waves break,

The twin suns sink behind th' lake,

The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.



Streenge is th' nicht whaur black stars rise,

And streenge moons circle thro' th' skies,

But stranger aye is

Lost Carcosa.


Songs that th' Hyades shall sing,

Where flap th' tatters o' th' King,

Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.


Song o' mah soul, mah voice is dead,

Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed

Shall freuch 'n' die in

Lost Carcosa