Poem fractal

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0.035 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.

Youth is old before his time

by Archibald MacLeish

0.1503 − 0.7152i

Drawing the boundary…

A Wild Rose

by Alfred Austin

0.1354 − 0.6834i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Youth is old before his time

by Archibald MacLeish

Youth is old before his time,
Hélas! Heighho!
Watcheth where the white stars climb,
Readeth windy wheat to rhyme,
Danceth to no tune, no chime,
Heighho!

Youth is drear before his days,
Hélas! Heighho!
Weepeth where the cypress sways,
Chanteth Grief a doleful praise,
Danceth to no roundelays,
Heighho!

Youth is done with lovely Life,
Hélas! Heighho!
Putteth Lady Hope to knife,
Taketh Mistress Worm to wife,
Hath no joyous Hippogrife,
Hélas!
Danceth to no merry fife,
Heighho!

A Wild Rose

by Alfred Austin

The first wild rose in wayside hedge, 
This year I wandering see, 
I pluck, and send it as a pledge, 
My own Wild Rose, to Thee. 

For when my gaze first met thy gaze, 
We were knee-deep in June: 
The nights were only dreamier days, 
And all the hours in tune. 

I found thee, like the eglantine, 
Sweet, simple, and apart; 
And, from that hour, thy smile hath been 
The flower that scents my heart. 

And, ever since, when tendrils grace 
Young copse or weathered bole 
With rosebuds, straight I see thy face, 
And gaze into thy soul. 

A natural bud of love Thou art, 
Where, gazing down, I view, 
Deep hidden in thy fragrant heart, 
A drop of heavenly dew. 

Go, wild rose, to my Wild Rose dear; 
Bid her come swift and soon. 
O would that She were always here! 
It then were always June. 

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