"Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost . ...Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa."
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"Cassilda's Song", sts. 2, 4 in ' (1895), The Play, act 1, sc. 2
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Robert W. Chambers
(May 26, 1865 – December 16, 1933) was an American artist and fiction writer, best known for his book of short stories titled ', published in 1895.
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