Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.012 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.

Before Sunset

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

−0.1912 − 0.4734i

Drawing the boundary…

The Monk

by E. Nesbit

−0.1789 − 0.4746i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Before Sunset

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

In the lower lands of day
   On the hither side of night,
There is nothing that will stay,
   There are all things soft to sight;
   Lighted shade and shadowy light
In the wayside and the way,
   Hours the sun has spared to smite,
Flowers the rain has left to play.

Shall these hours run down and say
   No good thing of thee and me?
Time that made us and will slay
   Laughs at love in me and thee;
   But if here the flowers may see
One whole hour of amorous breath,
   Time shall die, and love shall be
Lord as time was over death.

The Monk

by E. Nesbit

When in my narrow cell I lie,
The long day's penance done at last,
I see the ghosts of days gone by,
And hear the voices of the past.

I see the blue-gray wood-smoke curled
From hearths where life has rhymed to love,
I see the kingdoms of the world—
The glory and the power thereof,

And cry, "Ah, vainly have I striven!"
And then a voice calls, soft and low:
"Thou gavest My Earth to win My Heaven;
But Heaven-on-Earth thou mayest not know!"

It is not for Thy Heaven, O Lord,
That I renounced Thy pleasant earth—
The ship, the furrow, and the sword—
The dreams of death, the dreams of birth!

Weary of vigil, fast, and prayer,
Weak in my hope and in my faith—
O Christ, for whom this cross I bear,
Meet me beside the gate of Death!

When the night comes, then let me rest
(O Christ, who sanctifiest pain!)
Falling asleep upon Thy breast,
And, if Thou wilt, wake never again!

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