Poem fractal

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

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If She But Knew

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.3767 − 0.4331i

Drawing the boundary…

Another Spring

by Christina Rossetti

−0.3811 − 0.4220i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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If She But Knew

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

If she but knew that I am weeping 
Still for her sake,
That love and sorrow grow with keeping 
Till they must break
My heart that breaking will adore her, 
Be hers and die; 
If she might hear me once implore her,
Would she not sigh?

If she but knew that it would save me 
Her voice to hear,
Saying she pitied me, forgave me, 
Must she forbear?
If she were told that I was dying, 
Would she be dumb?
Could she content herself with sighing? 
Would she not come?

Another Spring

by Christina Rossetti

If I might see another Spring
  I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my crocuses at once,
My leafless pink mezereons,
  My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet
  My white or azure violet,
Leaf-nested primrose; anything
  To blow at once not late.

If I might see another Spring
  I'd listen to the daylight birds
That build their nests and pair and sing,
Nor wait for mateless nightingale;
  I'd listen to the lusty herds,
  The ewes with lambs as white as snow,
I'd find out music in the hail
  And all the winds that blow.

If I might see another Spring—
  O stinging comment on my past
That all my past results in "if"—
  If I might see another Spring
I'd laugh to-day, to-day is brief;
  I would not wait for anything:
  I'd use to-day that cannot last,
  Be glad to-day and sing.

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