Poem fractal

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0.003 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 Plough

by Richard Henry Horne

−0.0770 − 0.5120i

Drawing the boundary…

O Welcome Bonny Month of May

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.0760 − 0.5087i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Plough

by Richard Henry Horne

Above yon sombre swell of land
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.

The air is cold above the woods;
All silent is the earth and sky,
Except with his own lonely moods
The blackbird holds a colloquy.

Over the broad hill creeps a beam,
Like hope that gilds a good man's brow;
And now ascends the nostril-stream
Of stalwart horses come to plough.

Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind
Your labour is for future hours:
Advance—spare not—nor look behind—
Plough deep and straight with all your powers!

O Welcome Bonny Month of May

by Amelia Alderson Opie

O welcome bonny Month of may
I love thy charms to view!
Now birds I hear on ev'ry spray,
And I hear Donald too,
Thou art the month that brings
The Swain who comes my hand to woo—
I see thy verdure deck the plain,
And I see Donald too.

Yet bonny, bonny month of May,
My heart's so fond, and true,
If Donald's absent, well-a-day!
No charms in thee I view.
But if he's here, when winter's snows
The frozen earth bestrew,
I smile to hear each wind that blows,
For I hear Donald too.

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