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

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To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

by William Butler Yeats

−0.2648 − 0.2695i

Drawing the boundary…

Sweet and low, sweet and low

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

by William Butler Yeats

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours' eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.

Sweet and low, sweet and low

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
  Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
  Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
  Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
  Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
  Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
  Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

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