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

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Dirge for a Soldier

by George Henry Boker

−0.0961 − 0.5569i

Drawing the boundary…

Torrents

by A. Mary F. Robinson

−0.0825 − 0.5680i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Dirge for a Soldier

by George Henry Boker

Close his eyes; his work is done!
What to him is friend or foeman,
Rise of moon, or set of sun,
Hand of man, or kiss of woman?
Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

As man may, he fought his fight,
Proved his truth by his endeavor;
Let him sleep in solemn night,
Sleep forever and forever.
Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

Fold him in his country's stars,
Roll the drum and fire the volley!
What to him are all our wars,
What but death bemocking folly?
Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

Leave him to God's watching eye,
Trust him to the hand that made him
Mortal love weeps idly by:
God alone has power to aid him.
Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

Torrents

by A. Mary F. Robinson

I know that if our lives could meet
Like torrents in a sudden tide,
Our souls should send their shining sheet
Of waters far and wide.

But, ah! my dear, the springs of mine
Have never yet begun to flow—
And yours, that were so full and fine,
Ran dry so long ago!

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