Poem fractal

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0.036 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.

Saav's Lament

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.4019 − 0.0588i

Drawing the boundary…

Love Not

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

0.4374 − 0.0639i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Saav's Lament

by Nora Hopper Chesson

O little fawn, it's long you've strayed away, 
It's near the break of day: 
Long I've been seeking you by hill and hollow — 
My voice and feet will you not rise and follow, 
O little fawn? 

O little fawn, they say a sheogue met you 
Long since and far away — 
Oh! hearken now my calling, nor delay! 
It's near the break of day, 
When fawn and doe should sleep in the long grass! 
Take heed, for there is many a darkling pass 
Betwixt us, many snares that will beset you, 
O little fawn! 

O little fawn, there are no grasses growing 
More sweet to crop than these: 
Not any sown round Niam's palaces. 
Arise, O little fawn, leave thy gold prison, 
And come to me ere yet the sun is risen: 
Ere yet the red wind on his way is going, 
O little fawn! 

O little fawn, although you have forgotten 
These many, many years: 
Although beneath her spells your eyes have grown 
Unused to tears, 
Yet, fear me, Niam, since I seek my own- 
My own will come to me: my first-begotten, 
My little fawn! 

Love Not

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers,—
Things that are made to fade and fall away
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.
Love not!

Love not! the thing ye love may change;
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you,
The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not!

Love not! the thing you love may die,—
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
Beam o'er its grave, as once upon its birth.
Love not!

Love not! O warning vainly said
In present hours as in years gone by!
Love flings a halo round the dear one's head,
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.
Love not!

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