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

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The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

by Edgar Allan Poe

−0.3037 − 0.7261i

Drawing the boundary…

Hand in Hand

by Edgar A. Guest

−0.3059 − 0.7382i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

by Edgar Allan Poe

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips—and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words—

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall—

Thy heart—thy heart!—I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy—
Of the baubles that it may.

Hand in Hand

by Edgar A. Guest

All the way to age we'll go
Hand in hand together;
All the way to brows of snow
Through every sort of weather.
Rain or shine, blue sky or gray,
Joy and sorrow sharing
Hand in hand along the way
We'll go bravely faring.

All the way to sunset land
We'll walk down together
Side by side and hand in hand
Held by Cupid's tether.
Once we danced in early May
Steps we'll long remember;
So we'll trip the miles away
Even to December.

Let the years go fleeting by!
Gray old age shall find us
Still recalling smile and sigh
Long since left behind us.
And though feeble we may grow,
Worn by wind and weather,
All the way to Age we'll go
Hand in hand together.

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