He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast — It was a boundless place to me And silenced, as the awful sea Puts minor streams to rest.
And now, I'm different from before, As if I breathed superior air — Or brushed a Royal Gown — My feet, too, that had wandered so — My Gypsy face — transfigured now — To tenderer Renown —
Into this Port, if I might come, Rebecca, to Jerusalem, Would not so ravished turn — Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine Lift such a Crucifixial sign To her imperial Sun.
Thou wakest from rosy sleep, to play With bounding heart, my boy! Before thee lies a long bright day Of summer and of joy.
Thou hast no heavy thought or dream To cloud thy fearless eye: Long be it thus!— life's early stream Should still reflect the sky.
Yet, ere the cares of life lie dim On thy young spirit's wings, Now in thy morn forget not Him From whom each pure thought springs.
So, in the onward vale of tears, Where'er thy path may be, When strength hath bow'd to evil years, He will remember thee!
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Track 1
How this picture is made
What a fractal is
A fractal is a shape that keeps its pattern when you look closer. Coastlines, trees, shells, and weather do this. The large form and the small form are the same kind of thing. A poem can be drawn that way. The shape of the whole comes from the shape of the lines.
Primunia is the name for the source of that order: the pattern under the pattern, already there in a tree, a shell, and a verse.
How the boundary is drawn
The number under the picture is the poem constant. It is read from the build of the lines: their length, how uneven they are, the size of the stanzas, the share of vowels, and the way the lines end. A new word moves the number when it changes that build. The same poem always gives the same number.
Drawn on its own, that number sits in a quiet part of the plane, and most poems would look like the same soft disk. So the number is carried outward along its own direction until it meets the edge of the Mandelbrot set, where the shape turns sharp. The picture is the Julia set of that meeting place.
Each point on the canvas is folded again and again by one small rule. Points that stay near the rule form the dark interior. Points that rush away become the coloured bands. The hue comes from the poem constant, and the brightest bands turn toward gold. Change the length of a line, the stanza, or the vowel share, and both the number and the picture move.
What the branching signifies
Branching draws the poem as a tree. Each turn follows a line, and every smaller branch repeats that pattern. A longer line reaches farther. The letters at the start of a line bend the next turn. A higher share of vowels opens the branches wider.
The trunk takes its colour from the poem constant and warms toward gold at the tips. When the poem has more than one stanza, gold forks leave the trunk. Each fork is a stanza beyond the first, up to three. The tree divides where the poem divides. One stanza remains a single trunk.