Poem fractal

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0.005 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.

Shut Out

by Christina Rossetti

−0.2371 − 0.4841i

Drawing the boundary…

When the Rose came I loved the Rose

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Shut Out

by Christina Rossetti

The door was shut. I looked between
 Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
 My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:

From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,
 From flower to flower the moths and bees;
 With all its nests and stately trees
It had been mine, and it was lost.

A shadowless spirit kept the gate,
 Blank and unchanging like the grave.
 I peering through said: 'Let me have
Some buds to cheer my outcast state.'

He answered not. 'Or give me, then,
 But one small twig from shrub or tree;
 And bid my home remember me
Until I come to it again.'

The spirit was silent; but he took
 Mortar and stone to build a wall;
 He left no loophole great or small
Through which my straining eyes might look:

So now I sit here quite alone
 Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
 For nought is left worth looking at
Since my delightful land is gone.

A violet bed is budding near,
 Wherein a lark has made her nest:
 And good they are, but not the best;
And dear they are, but not so dear.

When the Rose came I loved the Rose

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

When the Rose came I loved the Rose, 
And thought of none beside, 
Forgetting all the other flowers, 
And all the others died; 
And morn and noon, and sun and showers, 
And all things loved the Rose, 
Who only half returned my love, 
Blooming alike for those.

I was the rival of a score 
Of loves on gaudy wing,
The nightingale I would implore 
For pity not to sing;
Each called her his; still I was glad 
To wait or take my part;
I loved the Rose—who might have had 
The fairest lily's heart.

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