Poem fractal

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0.010 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.

Suspiria

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−0.1061 − 0.6201i

Drawing the boundary…

A Little Boy Lost

by William Blake

−0.1156 − 0.6213i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Suspiria

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Take them, O Death! and bear away
Whatever thou canst call thine own!
Thine image, stamped upon this clay,
Doth give thee that, but that alone!

Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves,
As garments by the soul laid by,
And precious only to ourselves!

Take them, O great Eternity!
Our little life is but a gust
That bends the branches of thy tree,
And trails its blossoms in the dust!

A Little Boy Lost

by William Blake

'Nought loves another as itself,
    Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
    A greater than itself to know.

'And, father, how can I love you
    Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
    That picks up crumbs around the door.'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
    In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
    And all admired his priestly care.

And standing on the altar high,
    'Lo, what a fiend is here!' said he:
'One who sets reason up for judge
    Of our most holy mystery.'

The weeping child could not be heard,
    The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
    And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
    Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
    Are such things done on Albion's shore?

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