Poem fractal

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0.015 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.

A Serenade

by Edward Coote Pinkney

−0.4935 − 0.3582i

Drawing the boundary…

Faith

by Sir Lewis Morris

−0.4786 − 0.3585i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Serenade

by Edward Coote Pinkney

Look out upon the stars, my love,
And shame them with thine eyes,
On which, than on the lights above,
There hang more destinies.
Night's beauty is the harmony
Of blending shades and light;
Then, lady, up,—look out, and be
A sister to the night!

Sleep not! thine image wakes for aye
Within my watching breast:
Sleep not! from her soft sleep should fly
Who robs all hearts of rest.
Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break,
And make this darkness gay
With looks, whose brightness well might make
Of darker nights a day.

Faith

by Sir Lewis Morris

Oh Faith, that through our feeble youth,
Our faltering footsteps didst sustain,
With glimpses of receding Truth,
Now seen and now withdrawn again;
But always faint and white and far
As stars in summer midnights are.

Not Faith thou wert, if throughly clear,
Thou shon'st upon us, ever bright,
If thou like knowledge, steadfast, near,
Wert bathed in all-pervading Light,
And with high noon of perfect Day,
Illumin'dst our unerring way.

Not Faith thou wert!
Ah, shine not bright,
But as of old, o'erclouded still;
Let no broad noontides blind our sight.
With dawn, with eve, our spirits fill;
Not all thy hidden rays reveal—
To know is lower than to feel.

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