Poem fractal

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

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At An Inn

by Thomas Hardy

−0.2832 − 0.8576i

Drawing the boundary…

When from my love I looked for love

by John Bartlet

−0.2903 − 0.8346i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

At An Inn

by Thomas Hardy

When we as strangers sought
       Their catering care,
    Veiled smiles bespoke their thought
       Of what we were.
    They warmed as they opined
       Us more than friends—
    That we had all resigned
       For love's dear ends.

    And that swift sympathy
       With living love
    Which quicks the world—maybe
       The spheres above,
    Made them our ministers,
       Moved them to say,
    "Ah, God, that bliss like theirs
       Would flush our day!"

    And we were left alone
       As Love's own pair;
    Yet never the love-light shone
       Between us there!
    But that which chilled the breath
       Of afternoon,
    And palsied unto death
       The pane-fly's tune.

    The kiss their zeal foretold,
       And now deemed come,
    Came not: within his hold
       Love lingered numb.
    Why cast he on our port
       A bloom not ours?
    Why shaped us for his sport
       In after-hours?

    As we seemed we were not
       That day afar,
    And now we seem not what
       We aching are.
    O severing sea and land,
       O laws of men,
    Ere death, once let us stand
       As we stood then!

When from my love I looked for love

by John Bartlet

When from my love I looked for love
And kind affection's due,
Too well I found her vows to prove
Most faithless and untrue;

For when I did ask her why,
Most sharply she did reply
That she with me did ne'er agree
To love but jestingly.

Mark the subtle policies
That female lovers find,
Who loves to fix their constancies
Like feathers in the wind;

Though they swear, vow, and protest
That they love you chiefly best,
Yet by-and-by they'll all deny,
And say 'twas but in jest.

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