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0.096 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.

Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

0.4617 − 0.9219i

Drawing the boundary…

Who has not found the heaven below

by Emily Dickinson

0.3959 − 0.8523i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not ask to be
A king o'er empires great. Thy love
Were realm enough for me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not fear to be
Wrapped cold in Death; Death in thy love
Were living joy to me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not wish to be
In Paradise. Life in thy love
Were Heav'n itself to me.

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