Poem fractal

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0.024 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.

The Lark

by Charles Mackay

0.1943 − 0.3819i

Drawing the boundary…

Weep no more, thou sorry boy

by Thomas Tomkins

0.1700 − 0.3820i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Lark

by Charles Mackay

Whither, oh! sweet lark, whither away, 
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, "Rejoice! rejoice!"

As long as the fields and the woods are green, 
The breezes soft, and the sky serene,
Happy art thou, O bird of morn,
Greeting the beam o’er the far hills borne.

O! for a wing and a voice like thine,
To revel and sing in the morning shine!
O! for a spirit untorn by care,
A soul unbent by the world’s despair!

Floating aloft on thy russet wing,
Pleasant to thee are the days of spring;
Thou hast no sorrow to make thee moan,
For sorrow is man’s, and man’s alone!

Whither, oh sweet lark, whither away, 
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, "Rejoice! rejoice!"

Weep no more, thou sorry boy

by Thomas Tomkins

Weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Love's pleased and angered with a toy
Love a thousand passions brings,
Laughs and weeps and sighs and sings.
If she smiles he dancing goes,
Not thinking on his future woes.
If she chide with angry eye,
Sits down and sighs: “Ay me, I die!”

Yet again, as soon revived,
Joys as much as late he grieved.
Change there is of joy and sadness,
Sorrow much, but more of gladness.
Then weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Turn thy tears to weeping joy.
Sigh no more "Ah me! I die!"
But dance, and sing, and ti-hy cry.

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