Poem fractal

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The Faun

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−0.4265 − 0.6496i

Drawing the boundary…

An Early Love

by W. H. Davies

−0.4294 − 0.6534i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Faun

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

The Faun piped in the coppice, 
He piped a plaintive strain; 
I called on him to stop his
"Sweet Summer, come again!" 
Said he, "I pine for posies,
For June in wood and wold; 
The nymphs have got red noses 
And all the world’s a-cold!"

"Come, ring a ring of roses," 
Quoth I, "my bonnie lad;
Though nymphs have got red noses 
There’s balm in Gilead;
Though frosty breezes rack us 
Through forests all forlorn,
I know a nook where Bacchus
Fills high the jolly horn.

"Come, though the rude North bellows, 
I know a rosy inn
Where certain sound good fellows 
Sip sunshine from the bin,
True knights of malt and vine, Faun, 
Who'll reck not of attire
In any friend of mine, Faun, 
About the tap-room fire."

He came, he drained the rummer 
Of friendship and accord; 
He swore 'twas always summer 
When Bacchus is the lord; 
And, ring a ring of roses, 
He didn’t care a jot 
If nymphs had got red noses 
Or whether they had not.

An Early Love

by W. H. Davies

Ah, sweet young blood, that makes the heart
So full of joy, and light,
That dying children dance with it
From early morn till night.

My dreams were blossoms, hers the fruit,
She was my dearest care;
With gentle hand, and for it, I
Made playthings of her hair.

I made my fingers rings of gold,
And bangles for my wrist;
You should have felt the soft, warm thing
I made to glove my fist.

And she should have a crown, I swore,
With only gold enough
To keep together stones more rich
Than that fine metal stuff.

Her golden hair gave me more joy
Than Jason's heart could hold,
When all his men cried out—Ah, look!
He has the Fleece of Gold!

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