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0.030 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…

In an Omnibus

by Arthur Symons

0.1777 − 0.7031i

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!

In an Omnibus

by Arthur Symons

Your smile is like a treachery,
A treachery adorable;
So smiles the siren where the sea
Sings to the unforgetting shell.

Your fleeting Leonardo face,
Parisian Monna Lisa, dreams
Elusively, but not of streams
Born in a shadow-haunted place.

Of Paris, Paris, is your thought,
Of Paris robes, and when to wear
The latest bonnet you have bought
To match the marvel of your hair.

Yet that fine malice of your smile,
That faint and fluctuating glint
Between your eyelids, does it hint
Alone of matters mercantile?

Close lips that keep the secret in,
Half spoken by the stealthy eyes,
Is there indeed no word to win,
No secret, from the vague replies

Of lips and lids that feign to hide
That which they feign to render up?
Is there, in Tantalus’ dim cup,
The shadow of water, nought beside?

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