F .
W . STOKOE.
WE TWO ARE
ON
THE SELF-SAME
PLANET
.
.
.
W
E
two
are
on
the self -same planet, -
And
were
you
over
the gulf , on Mars,
Would
I not
try
a
bridge
to
span
it
And
dare
the
cold
between
the
stars
?
But you
are
here where
skies
are
grey
,
And
shivering trees
are bleak
and
brown
,
And
field
and
fen
stretch far away
,
Mile
on
mile
,
from
Cambridge
town
.
They
'
ve
made
a
road
from
me
to
you
,
And
lit
their
lamp
-
posts
all along
;
And
there
is
nothing left
to
do
But
sing my ineffectual
song
.
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