Quote#Death
Strange is the night where black stars rise
Quote byRobert W. Chambers · 1865–1933
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Cassilda's Song", sts. 2, 4 in ' (1895), The Play, act 1, sc. 2.
English (original)
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.
— Robert W. Chambers
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