Poem fractal

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

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On the Moor

by Cale Young Rice

−0.0806 − 0.8035i

Drawing the boundary…

Softened by Time's consummate plush

by Emily Dickinson

−0.1002 − 0.7871i

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.

Softened by Time's consummate plush

by Emily Dickinson

Softened by Time's consummate plush,
  How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
  And undermined the years!

Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
  We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
  So easy to repair.

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