Poem fractal

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0.006 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.

Lost Blisses

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.2483 − 0.5261i

Drawing the boundary…

Oh Fairest of the Rural Maids

by William Cullen Bryant

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Lost Blisses

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Think, O Heart, what sweet—had you waited
A moment, on such a day—
Had yet been to do or to say
That shall never be said now or done!

Think what beautiful worlds uncreated
The clouds then bore back to the sun;
What blisses were all frustrated;
What loves, that were almost begun!

Think, O Life,—had your stream but drifted
To this or that holier Past,
Or Future that must come at last—
Think, O sorrowful Life, and repent—

How the sorrowful days had been gifted
With solace and ravishment,
And year after year slowly lifted
To heavens of golden content!

Oh Fairest of the Rural Maids

by William Cullen Bryant

Oh fairest of the rural maids!
Thy birth was in the forest shades;
Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky,
Were all that met thy infant eye.

Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child,
Were ever in the sylvan wild;
And all the beauty of the place
Is in thy heart and on thy face.

The twilight of the trees and rocks
Is in the light shade of thy locks;
Thy step is as the wind, that weaves
Its playful way among the leaves.

Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen;
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook.

The forest depths, by foot unpressed,
Are not more sinless than thy breast;
The holy peace, that fills the air
Of those calm solitudes, is there.

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