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

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La Belle Dame Sans Mercy

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.1210 − 0.7104i

Drawing the boundary…

Shall a frown

by William Corkine

−0.1255 − 0.7214i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

La Belle Dame Sans Mercy

by Nora Hopper Chesson

East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon 
They all must go who'd find her boon. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

West o' the Moon, East o' the Sun, 
Thither are many roads that run, 
But the right road is the only one. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

Her heart (woe's me!) is locked and cold- 
A secret chamber filled with gold. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

Straight as a lily-wand is she, 
Her face is pale as lilies be, 
Her brown hair floweth to her knee. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

Her hands are idle hands and white, 
They spin nor weave by day or night. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

And yet those slender hands, God wot, 
Have dug graves in her garden plot 
'Neath tangles of forget-me-not. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

There is no Saint in Paradise 
Bends brows above such holy eyes. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

And be her eyes or blue or grey, 
There lives no man on earth to say, 
Yet her eyes draw men's souls away 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

And who dare kiss her on the mouth 
Knows no more hunger, no more drouth. 
(La Belle Dame Sans Mercy!) 

And whoso she hath kissed again 
Is blest among all other men: 
But Heaven's gate shuts him agen 
And La Belle Dame Sans Mercy. 

Shall a frown

by William Corkine

Shall a frown or angry eye,
Shall a word unfitly placed,
Shall a shadow make me fly,
As I were with tigers chased?
Love must not be so disgraced.

Shall I woo her in despite?
Shall I turn her from her flying?
Shall I tempt her with delight?
Shall I laugh out her denying?
No! Beware of lovers' crying.

Shall I then with patient mind
Still attend her wayward pleasure?
Time will make her prove more kind.
Let her coyness then take leisure.
Pains are worthy such a treasure.

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