Poem fractal

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

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To the Nightingale

by Sir John Davies

0.3789 − 0.6449i

Drawing the boundary…

Too Much

by Emily Dickinson

0.3692 − 0.6155i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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To the Nightingale

by Sir John Davies

Euery night from euen till morne,
Loue's Quirister amidde the thorne
Is now so sweet a singer;
So sweet, as for her song I scorne
Apollo's voice, and finger.

But Nightingale, sith you delight
Euer to watch the starry night;
Tell all the starres of heauen,
Heauen neuer had a starre so bright,
As now to Earth is giuen.

Royall Astræa makes our day
Eternall with her beames, nor may
Grosse darknesse ouercome her;
I now perceiue why some doe write,
No countrey hath so short a night,
As England hath in Summer.

Too Much

by Emily Dickinson

I should have been too glad, I see,
Too lifted for the scant degree
   Of life's penurious round;
My little circuit would have shamed
This new circumference, have blamed
   The homelier time behind.

I should have been too saved, I see,
Too rescued; fear too dim to me
   That I could spell the prayer
I knew so perfect yesterday, —
That scalding one, "Sabachthani,"
   Recited fluent here.

Earth would have been too much, I see,
And heaven not enough for me;
   I should have had the joy
Without the fear to justify, —
The palm without the Calvary;
   So, Saviour, crucify.

Defeat whets victory, they say;
The reefs in old Gethsemane
   Endear the shore beyond.
'T is beggars banquets best define;
'T is thirsting vitalizes wine, —
   Faith faints to understand.

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