Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.016 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…

A Song of Autumn

by Arthur Hugh Clough

0.1970 − 0.3981i

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!"

A Song of Autumn

by Arthur Hugh Clough

My wind is turned to bitter north,
That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright,
With foggy gloom is clouded o’er:
My gay green leaves are yellow-black,
Upon the dank autumnal floor;
For love, departed once, comes back
No more again, no more.

A roofless ruin lies my home,
For winds to blow and rains to pour;
One frosty night befell, and lo!
I find my summer days are o’er:
The heart bereaved, of why and how
Unknowing, knows that yet before
It had what e’en to Memory now
Returns no more, no more.

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