She stands silently and weeps
as now below the ground her family sleeps.
Slowly the crowd trickles away
above her, in the wind, low branches sway.
Long she stands there thinking of times past
how years ago she played with her siblings last.
Of other worlds they would often speak
a belief she once had now grown weak.
Slowly she made her way back to her room
quietly considering her own eventual doom.
There in hotel bed she lay
wishing to hear someone say,
“There is more dear Susan than what you now know,
there is a place where golden apples grow.
There your family waits for you
there on the lawn of that garden’s dew.”
“Is there still room for me?” she said aloud
she shed deep tears and her head she bowed.
And as she cried for God to hear
there came a lion’s roar so near!
Yes and amen! Susan eventually made it to Aslan’s country. Once a queen in Narnia, always a queen in Narnia.
I see what you did there -
"O Dwellers at the back of the North Wind,
What have we done to you? How have we sinned
Wandering the Earth from Orkney unto Ind?
With many deaths our fellowship is thinned,
Our flesh is withered in the parching wind,
Wandering the earth from Orkney unto Ind.
We have no rest. We cannot turn again
Back to the world and all her fruitless pain,
Having once sought the land where ye remain.
Some say ye are not. But, ah God! we know
That somewhere, somewhere past the Northern snow
Waiting for us the red-rose gardens blow..."
https://www.best-poems.net/c-s-lewis/song-of-the-pilgrims.html
^^ definitely one of my all time favorite Lewis poems