Poem fractal

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

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Lydia

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

−0.0454 − 0.7574i

Drawing the boundary…

I could but see thee yesterday

by Robert Herrick

−0.0330 − 0.7339i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Lydia

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town,
And bid your yards be gay
Up all your gusty streets and down,
For Lydia comes to-day!

I hear it on the wharves below;
And if I buy or sell;
The good folk as they churchward go
Have only this to tell.

My mother, just for love of her,
Unlocks her bureau drawers;
And sprigs of withered lavender
Drop down upon the floors.

For Lydia's bed must have the sheet
Spun out of linen sheer,
And Lydia's room be passing sweet
With odors of last year.

The violet flags are out once more
In lanes salt with the sea;
The thorn-bush at Saint Martin's door
Grows white for such as she.

So Sudbury, bid your gardens blow,
For Lydia comes to-day;
Of all the words that I do know,
I have but this to say.

I could but see thee yesterday

by Robert Herrick

I could but see thee yesterday
Stung by a fretful bee;
And I the javelin suck'd away,
And heal'd the wound in thee.

A thousand thorns, and briars, and stings
I have in my poor breast;
Yet ne'er can see that salve which brings
My passions any rest.

As Love shall help me, I admire
How thou canst sit and smile
To see me bleed, and not desire
To staunch the blood the while.

If thou, composed of gentle mould,
Art so unkind to me;
What dismal stories will be told
Of those that cruel be!

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