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Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath 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.
The King in Yellow, Act i, Scene 2.
Rearranging the bookshelves this week had me looking again at this old Ace paperback of Robert [...]