Poem fractal

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0.052 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Speak of the North! A lonely moor

by Charlotte Brontë

−0.6622 − 0.5030i

Drawing the boundary…

When the Glare of Day Is Past

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.6164 − 0.5266i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Speak of the North! A lonely moor

by Charlotte Brontë

Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.

Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream.

And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.

When the Glare of Day Is Past

by Amelia Alderson Opie

When the glare of day is past,
And dim twilight comes at last,
O! how sweet with thee to stray,
On the banks of Tay
There we hear lone Philomel
Wake her tuneful powers,
'Tis of love her warblings tell,
Love not blest as ours.

Still, we love her tones of woe,
More than strains that livelier flow,
Hearts where real passion sighs,
All that's plaintive prize.
Never on true lover's brow,
Smiles mirth's heartless madness,
Hearts enamour'd deeply know,
What's the charm of sadness.

Yes my love, such hearts as ours,
Joy not in the laughing bowers,
Where proud tapers gild the night,
And gay crowds invite—
But at twilight's last, faint gleam
Scorning glittering folly,
We enjoy on Tay's lone stream
Love, and Melancholy—

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