Poem fractal

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0.026 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.

When the Rose came I loved the Rose

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.2358 − 0.4790i

Drawing the boundary…

The Hymn of the Wiltshire Laborers

by Charles Dickens

−0.2599 − 0.4885i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

When the Rose came I loved the Rose

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

When the Rose came I loved the Rose, 
And thought of none beside, 
Forgetting all the other flowers, 
And all the others died; 
And morn and noon, and sun and showers, 
And all things loved the Rose, 
Who only half returned my love, 
Blooming alike for those.

I was the rival of a score 
Of loves on gaudy wing,
The nightingale I would implore 
For pity not to sing;
Each called her his; still I was glad 
To wait or take my part;
I loved the Rose—who might have had 
The fairest lily's heart.

The Hymn of the Wiltshire Laborers

by Charles Dickens

God! who by Thy prophet's hand
Didst smite the rocky brake,
Whence water came, at Thy command,
Thy people's thirst to slake;
Strike, now, upon this granite wall,
Stern, obdurate, and high;
And let some drops of pity fall
For us who starve and die!

The God who took a little child
And set him in the midst,
And promised him His mercy mild,
As, by Thy Son, Thou didst:
Look down upon our children dear,
So gaunt, so cold, so spare,
And let their images appear
Where lords and gentry are!

O God! teach them to feel how we,
When our poor infants droop,
Are weakened in our trust in Thee,
And how our spirits stoop;
For, in Thy rest, so bright and fair,
All tears and sorrows sleep:
And their young looks, so full of care,
Would make Thine angels weep!

The God who with His finger drew
The judgment coming on,
Write, for these men, what must ensue,
Ere many years be gone!
O God! whose bow is in the sky,
Let them not brave and dare,
Until they look (too late) on high,
And see an Arrow there!

O God, remind them! In the bread
They break upon the knee,
These sacred words may yet be read,
"In memory of Me!"
O God! remind them of His sweet
Compassion for the poor,
And how He gave them Bread to eat,
And went from door to door!

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