Poem fractal

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

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Unknowing

by Thomas Hardy

0.0612 − 0.7720i

Drawing the boundary…

The Lily and the Rose

by William Cowper

0.0458 − 0.7413i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Unknowing

by Thomas Hardy

When, soul in soul reflected,
We breathed an æthered air,
When we neglected
All things elsewhere,
And left the friendly friendless
To keep our love aglow,
We deemed it endless
—We did not know!

When panting passion-goaded,
We planned to hie away,
But, unforeboded,
All the long day
The storm so pierced and pattered
That none could up and go,
Our lives seemed shattered…
—We did not know!

When I found you helpless lying,
And you waived my long misprise,
And swore me, dying,
In phantom-guise
To wing to me when grieving,
And touch away my woe,
We kissed, believing
—We did not know!

But though, your powers outreckoning,
You tarry dead and dumb,
Or scorn my beckoning,
And will not come:
And I say, "Why thus inanely
Brood on her memory so!"
I say it vainly—
I feel and know!

The Lily and the Rose

by William Cowper

The nymph must lose her female friend,
If more admired than she—
But where will fierce contention end,
If flowers can disagree.

Within the garden's peaceful scene
Appear'd two lovely foes,
Aspiring to the rank of queen,
The Lily and the Rose.

The Rose soon redden'd into rage,
And, swelling with disdain,
Appeal'd to many a poet's page
To prove her right to reign.

The Lily's height bespoke command,
A fair imperial flower;
She seem'd designed for Flora's hand,
The sceptre of her power.

This civil bick'ring and debate
The goddess chanced to hear,
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.

Yours is, she said, the nobler hue,
And yours the statelier mien;
And, till a third surpasses you,
Let each be deemed a queen.

Thus, soothed and reconciled, each seeks
The fairest British fair:
The seat of empire is her cheeks,
They reign united there.

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