The Poetry of Narnia

Poetry is an integral part of the goings-on in Narnia (and other worlds). Taken from the Chronicles, these poems are in and of themselves intriguing. Enjoy!

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. Mr. Beaver - The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone Sits at Cair Paravel in throne, The evil time will be over and done. Mr. Beaver - The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe Where sky and water meet, Where the waves grow sweet, Doubt not, Reepicheep, To find all you seek, There is the utter East. Reepicheep - The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Though under Earth and throneless now I be, Yet, while I lived, all Earth was under me. The Ruined City of the Giants - The Silver Chair Make your choice, adventurous Stranger; Strike the bell and bide the danger Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had. The Gold Bell in Charn - The Magician's Nephew Come in by the gold gates or not at all, Take of my fruit for others or forbear, For those who steal, or those who climb my wall Shall find their heart's desire and find despair. Gate of the Garden - The Magician's Nephew