Poem fractal

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0.025 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.

On the Moor

by Cale Young Rice

−0.0806 − 0.8035i

Drawing the boundary…

An Hour

by Stephen Phillips

−0.0899 − 0.8262i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On the Moor

by Cale Young Rice

I met a child upon the moor
A-wading down the heather;
She put her hand into my own,
We crossed the fields together.

I led her to her father's door—
A cottage midst the clover.
I left her—and the world grew poor
To me, a childless rover.

I met a maid upon the moor,
The morrow was her wedding.
Love lit her eyes with lovelier hues
Than the eve-star was shedding.

She looked a sweet good-bye to me,
And o'er the stile went singing.
Down all the lonely night I heard
But bridal bells a-ringing.

I met a mother on the moor,
By a new grave a-praying.
The happy swallows in the blue
Upon the winds were playing.

"Would I were in his grave," I said,
"And he beside her standing!"
There was no heart to break if death
For me had made demanding.

An Hour

by Stephen Phillips

Never can God together put
That slight and sunny hour;
More serious things are in His sweep,
But this beyond His power.

Never the sunbeam quite as then,
Never the way it came!
Never thy head in just the place,
Never thy hand the same!

The sunbeam was not over-bright,
It came a wonted way,
Thy head had no uncommon droop;
Thy words were light and gay.

Yet dreadful is that sunlight now,
Awful that droop of head.
For they are sacred sudden things,
And dear as are the dead.

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