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0.041 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.

Healing

by Elizabeth Prentiss

0.3986 − 0.2795i

Drawing the boundary…

Quand au matin ma déesse s'habille

by Pierre de Ronsard

0.3800 − 0.3162i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Healing

by Elizabeth Prentiss

Low in the dust of self-abasement lying,
O'er a poor, wasted life my heart is sighing,
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!

I have sought riches, glory, comfort, pleasure;
In Thee I saw no beauty, sought no treasure;
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!

On husks the swine do eat I have been feeding,
I have resisted all Thy tender pleading;
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!

How sorrowful, how spent I am, how weary,
Oh in this desert place so dark and dreary,
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!

Quand au matin ma déesse s'habille

by Pierre de Ronsard

Quand au matin ma déesse s'habille,
D'un riche or crêpe ombrageant ses talons,
Et les filets de ses beaux cheveux blonds
En cent façons en onde et entortille:

Je l'accompare à l'écumière fille
Qui or' peignant les siens brunement longs,
Or' les frisant en mille crêpillons,
Passait la mer portée en sa coquille.

De femme humaine encore ne sont pas
Son ris, son front, ses gestes ne ses pas,
Ne de ses yeux l'une et l'autre étincelle.

Rocs, eaux, ne bois, ne logent point en eux
Nymphe qui ait si folâtres cheveux,
Ni l'œil si beau, ni la bouche si belle.

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