Poem fractal

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0.055 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Fancy, Farewell

by Sir Edward Dyer

0.2555 + 0.2382i

Drawing the boundary…

Love is Best

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

0.2061 + 0.2151i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Fancy, Farewell

by Sir Edward Dyer

Fancy, farewell, that fed my fond delight;
Delight, adieu, the cause of my distress;
Distress, adieu, that dost me such despite;
Despite, adieu, for death doth lend redress.
And death, adieu, for though I thus be slain,
In thy despite I hope to live again.

Sweet heart, farewell, whose love hath wrought my woe;
And farewell, woe, that wearied hast my wits;
And farewell, wit, which will bewitchëd so;
And farewell, will, O full of frantic fits.
Franzy, farewell, whose force I feel too sore,
And farewell, feeling, for I feel no more.

And life, adieu, that I have lived and loathed,
And farewell, love, that makest me loathe my life;
Both love and life, farewell unto you both;
Twixt hope and dread, farewell, all foolish strife.
Folly, farewell, which I have fancied so,
And farewell, fancy, that first wrought my woe.

Love is Best

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dare all things for Love’s sake, since love is best.
Of Fate ask nothing, rather by your deeds
Rebuke it for its niggard ways unblest,
And trust to Love to shield you in your needs.
Remember in the shade of the new years
Only what Love has given. This shall be
Daily your dole, a safeguard from your tears,
Outwitting change and Time’s inconstancy.

—Knock loudly at Love’s door. He is awake.
Offer him roses. 'Tis his month of June.
Watch all his ways. Do worship for his sake.
Seek out his service. He shall serve you soon.
Know this of Love, who fears not Fate’s disaster
Answers for both and is of Time the master.

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