Poem fractal

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0.021 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.

June

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.4519 + 0.1005i

Drawing the boundary…

Fly not yet

by Thomas Moore

−0.4638 + 0.0832i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

June

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Dark red roses in a honeyed wind swinging,
Silk-soft hollyhock, coloured like the moon; 
Larks high overhead lost in light, and singing; 
That's the way of June. 

Dark red roses in the warm wind falling,
Velvet leaf by velvet leaf, all the breathless noon; 
Far-off sea-waves calling, calling, calling; 
That's the way of June. 

Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet leaves hidden, 
Honeyed as the damask rose, lavish as the moon, 
Shedding lovely light on things forgotten, hope forbidden — 
That's the way of June. 

Fly not yet

by Thomas Moore

Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour,
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night,
And maids who love the moon.
'Twas but to bless these hours of shade
That beauty and the moon were made;
'Tis then their soft attractions glowing
Set the tides and goblets flowing.
Oh! stay,—Oh! stay,—
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, and oh, 'tis pain
To break its links so soon.

Fly not yet, the fount that played
In times of old through Ammon's shade,
Though icy cold by day it ran,
Yet still, like souls of mirth, began
To burn when night was near.
And thus, should woman's heart and looks,
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindle till the night, returning,
Brings their genial hour for burning.
Oh! stay,—Oh! stay,—
When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake
As those that sparkle here?

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