Poem fractal

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0.026 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.

The Hawthorn Tree

by Siegfried Sassoon

0.2149 − 0.6671i

Drawing the boundary…

Sweet, be no longer sad

by Charles Webbe

0.2196 − 0.6928i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Hawthorn Tree

by Siegfried Sassoon

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there's been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that's out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.

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Not much to me is yonder lane
Where he so longs to tread;
But when there's been a shower of rain
I think I'll never weep again
Until I've heard he's dead.

Sweet, be no longer sad

by Charles Webbe

Sweet, be no longer sad,
Prithee be wise,
Recall that quickness once you had
In those fair eyes.
Methinks they're heavy grown,
As they were not your own,
And had forgot hearts to surprise.

Tell me, oh tell me now,
Where have you sent
The roses in your cheeks did grow?
Where's the content
You once enjoy'd? say where
Those pleasing charms now are
Which daily do my heart torment?

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