Cair Paravel

by Endymion forma

Susan is devastated by the return to England after what seemed an eternity ruling as a great queen in Narnia; she writes this poem to reflect the longing she has, for the land she left and the magic within the very trees.

Cair Paravel

Take me to Cair Paravel,

The place of days bygone

Take me to Cair Paravel

The place of magic's dawn

How I long to see the beeches,

The rowans and the oaks

The chestnut with the bird's nest

The ash who bore no yoke

Mighty- tall and proud-

All of them, so straight

They have remained the same;

They've mastered fickle Fate

Ah! Fate- who bore me from

That place which I most loved

Cair Paravel, where are you now?

Where are the trees I loved?

Where is the faithful maple,

Ablaze in dew-streaked dawn?

Where is the sturdy fir?

Home to one small faun?

The stones that make the walls,

The portcullis, the bridge-

The earthen fire place-

The mossy outer ridge

Where have you gone? I've looked

My heart weeps with remorse

The castle of my youth- my home-

Except for Fate perverse

Take m to Cair Paravel-

The place of days bygone

Take me to Cair Paravel-

The place of magic's dawn.