The Planet Mars - A poem by Albert Bigelow Paine

The Planet Mars.

TOGETHER we sat in the summer night,
(An August night with a wealth of stars)
And we marked where it gleamed so redly bright,
The Planet Mars.

We spoke of the cruel wrongs of earth,
Of the host of evils that greed unbars;
And then we spoke of another birth
In the Planet Mars.

And we wondered if each would know the name
Of the other, up there, amid the stars,
And we said we hoped they would be the same
In the Planet Mars.

And so we talked through the summer night,
Of life and of love amid the stars;
And how our wrongs would be all made right
In the Planet Mars.

^__Albert Bigelow Paine.