Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.065 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.

Loss and Gain

by Richard Monckton Milnes

0.1217 + 0.9318i

Drawing the boundary…

Holy Thursday

by William Blake

0.0624 + 0.9045i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Loss and Gain

by Richard Monckton Milnes

Myriad Roses, unregretted, perish in their vernal bloom,
That the essence of their sweetness once your Beauty may perfume.

Myriad Veins of richest life-blood empty forth their priceless worth,
To exalt one Will imperial over spacious realms of earth.

Myriad Hearts are pained and broken that one Poet may be taught
To discern the shapes of passion and describe them as he ought.

Myriad Minds of heavenly temper pass as passes moon or star,
That one philosophic Spirit may ascend the solar car.

Sacrifice and Self-devotion hallow earth and fill the skies,
And the meanest Life is sacred whence the highest may arise.

Holy Thursday

by William Blake

'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.

O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.

Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

From Songs of Innocence

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