Poem fractal

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0.146 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.

The tide rises, the tide falls

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−1.1111 − 0.2535i

Drawing the boundary…

Cobwebs

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−1.0244 − 0.3712i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The tide rises, the tide falls

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
   And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea in the darkness calls and calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
  And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
   And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Cobwebs

by Nora Hopper Chesson

The cobwebs late so finely spun
By cunning spiders in the sun,
Hang glimmering, fringed with shining rain
Round drops of molten silver form,
Flash, fall, and slowly form again,
The last, lost children of the storm. 

All down the flowerless garden walk 
The cobwebs hang from stalk to stalk. 
Full-fringed with rain: the pink is knit 
To the tall rose that neighboured it 
When June was at her height of noon, 
And skies of evening knew no whit 
Of mist that wraps the hunter's moon. 

The sunflower to the phlox is bound 
By silken chains of filmy stuff, 
Soft as the seed-sheaths underground 
Waiting till winter's skein is wound 
And Earth of frost has had enough. 

Then rose and phlox and pink shall rise 
Unchained, that now with cobweb-ties, 
Unwilling neighbours, wait the pyre 
Of dead leaves and the cleansing fire.

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