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0.034 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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The Badger

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−0.5148 − 0.9414i

Drawing the boundary…

Charlotte Brontë's Grave

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4901 − 0.9185i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Badger

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

Last of the night's quaint clan 
He goes his way— 
A simple gentleman 
In sober grey: 
To match lone paths of his 
In woodlands dim, 
The moons of centuries 
Have silvered him. 

Deep in the damp, fresh earth 
He roots and rolls, 
And builds his winter girth 
Of sylvan tolls: 
When seek the husbandmen 
The furrow brown, 
He hies him to his den 
And lays him down. 

There may he rest for me, 
Nor ever stir 
For clamorous obloquy 
Of terrier: 
Last of the night's quaint clan 
He curls in peace— 
A friendly gentleman 
In grey pelisse. 

Charlotte Brontë's Grave

by Emily Dickinson

All overgrown by cunning moss,
  All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of 'Currer Bell,'
  In quiet Haworth laid.

This bird, observing others,
  When frosts too sharp became,
Retire to other latitudes,
  Quietly did the same,

But differed in returning;
  Since Yorkshire hills are green,
Yet not in all the nests I meet
  Can nightingale be seen.

Gathered from many wanderings,
  Gethsemane can tell
Through what transporting anguish
  She reached the asphodel!

Soft fall the sounds of Eden
  Upon her puzzled ear;
Oh, what an afternoon for heaven,
  When 'Brontë' entered there!

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