Poem fractal

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

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To the Spring

by Sir John Davies

−0.0530 − 0.4535i

Drawing the boundary…

Song of a Maid Whose Love Is Dead

by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

−0.0573 − 0.4704i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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To the Spring

by Sir John Davies

Earth now is greene, and heauen is blew,
Liuely Spring which makes all new,
Jolly Spring, doth enter;
Sweete yong sun-beames doe subdue
Angry, agèd Winter.

Blasts are milde, and seas are calme,
Euery meadow flowes with balme,
The Earth weares all her riches;
Harmonious birdes sing such a psalme,
As eare and heart bewitches.

Reserue (sweet Spring) this Nymph of ours,
Eternall garlands of thy flowers,
Greene garlands neuer wasting;
In her shall last our State's faire Spring,
Now and for euer flourishing,
As long as Heauen is lasting.

Song of a Maid Whose Love Is Dead

by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Merry, merry little stream,
Tell me, hast thou seen my dear?
I left him with an azure dream,
Calmly sleeping on his bier—
But he has fled!

"I passed him in his church-yard bed—
A yew is sighing o'er his head,
And grass-roots mingle with his hair."
What doth he there?
O cruel! can he lie alone?
Or in the arms of one more dear?
Or hides he in that bower of stone,
To cause and kiss away my fear?

"He doth not speak, he doth not moan—
Blind, motionless he lies alone;
But, ere the grave snake fleshed his sting,
This one warm tear he bade me bring
And lay it at thy feet
Among the daisies sweet."

Moonlight whisperer, summer air,
Songster of the groves above,
Tell the maiden rose I wear,
Whether thou hast seen my love.
"This night in heaven I saw him lie,
Discontented with his bliss;
And on my lips he left this kiss,
For thee to taste and then to die."

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