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0.030 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.

While, Iris, I at distance gaze

by Aphra Behn

0.2288 − 0.4239i

Drawing the boundary…

The Pilot

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

0.2362 − 0.4534i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

While, Iris, I at distance gaze

by Aphra Behn

While, Iris, I at distance gaze,
And feed my greedy eyes,
That wounded heart, that dies for you,
Dull gazing can't suffice;
Hope is the food of love-sick minds,
On that alone 'twill feast,
The nobler part which loves refines,
No other can digest.

In vain, too nice and charming maid,
I did suppress my cares;
In vain my rising sighs I stayed,
And stopped my falling tears;
The flood would swell, the tempest rise,
As my despair came on;
When from her lovely cruel eyes,
I found I was undone.

Yet at your feet while thus I lie,
And languish by your eyes,
'Tis far more glorious here to die,
Than gain another prize.
Here let me sigh, here let me gaze,
And wish at least to find
As raptured nights, and tender days,
As he to whom you're kind.

The Pilot

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

From the past and unavailing
Out of cloudland we are steering:
After groping, after fearing,
Into starlight we come trailing,
And we find the stars are true.
Still, O comrade, what of you?
You are gone, but we are sailing,
And the old ways are all new.

For the Lost and Unreturning
We have drifted, we have waited;
Uncommanded and unrated,
We have tossed and wandered, yearning
For a charm that comes no more
From the old lights by the shore:
We have shamed ourselves in learning
What you knew so long before.

For the Breed of the Far-going
Who are strangers, and all brothers,
May forget no more than others
Who looked seaward with eyes flowing.
But are brothers to bewail
One who fought so foul a gale?
You have won beyond our knowing,
You are gone, but yet we sail.

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