Rabindranath Tagore, Guest
Lady, you have filled these exile days of mine
With sweetness, made a foreign traveler your own
As easily as these unfamiliar stars, quietly,
Coolly smiling from heaven, have likewise given me
Welcome. When I stood at this window and stared
At the southern sky, a message seemed to slide
Into my soul from the harmony of the stars,
A solemn music that said, "We know you are ours-
Guest of our light from the day you passed
From darkness into the world, always our guest."
Lady, your kindness is a star, the same solemn tune
In your glance seems to say, "I know you are mine."
I do not know your language, but I hear your melody:
"Poet, guest of my love, my guest eternally."
From Selected Poems, Translated by William Radice
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Odd, I know, to be posting a poem-- but I thought this seemed to fit Caspian pretty well. It sounds as if he's musing about Susan, imo-- the "southern sky" and the "kindness" ... and the stars :)