Poem fractal

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0.019 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.

The Child's Complaint

by Isaac Watts

0.0265 − 0.7458i

Drawing the boundary…

Sleep, sleep today, tormenting cares

by Anna Lætitia Barbauld

0.0178 − 0.7284i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Child's Complaint

by Isaac Watts

Why should I love my sport so well?
So constant at my play?
And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell,
And then forget to pray?

What do I read my Bible for,
But, Lord, to learn thy will?
And shall I daily know thee more,
And less obey thee still?

How senseless is my heart, and wild!
How vain are all my thoughts!
Pity the weakness of a child,
And pardon all my faults!

Make me thy heavenly voice to hear,
And let me love to pray,
Since God will lend a gracious ear
To what a child can say.

Sleep, sleep today, tormenting cares

by Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Sleep, sleep today, tormenting cares
Of earth and folly born!
Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

Tomorrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh controul;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The sabbath of my soul.

Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts!
Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purg’d from sin, may I behold
A God of purity!

 

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