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

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The Pixy Gleaner

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.4249 − 0.3404i

Drawing the boundary…

Go Away, Death!

by Alfred Austin

0.4311 − 0.2965i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Pixy Gleaner

by Nora Hopper Chesson

From candle-douting to candle-teening 
I labour at the weary gleaning: 
The scattered ears I gather up, 
Eat of your bread, drink of your cup; 
And yet no ray of light can guide you 
To guess a Pixy works beside you — 
You of your wisdom overweening. 

I only of my wayward clan
Accept the food and wage of man: 
I labour in your fields all day,
Whence my own folk have fled away. 
No voices call me to the moor 
When at the noon the heat grows sore — 
I bear my burden as I can. 

My fairy birthright I have lost; 
And yet I never grudge the cost, 
Because of one who gleans beside me, 
Whose cloud of russet hair shall hide me 
From Sorrow, who goes seeking ever 
For hearts to break and lives to sever. 
The running brooks for her I crossed: 

Thresholds of human homes I passed, 
My lot among you mortals cast, 
Because a gleaner's eyes were kind, 
A gleaner's voice rang down the wind 
Like a bird's music, lost in leaves. 
I'll bind a whole green shire of sheaves 
If she will love me at the last.

Go Away, Death!

by Alfred Austin

Go away, Death!
You have come too soon. 
To sunshine and song I but just awaken, 
And the dew on my heart is undried and unshaken; 
Come back at noon.

Go away, Death!
What a short reprieve!
The mists of the morning have vanished, I roam 
Through a world bright with wonder, and feel it my home;
Come back at eve.

Go away, Death!
See, it still is light.
Over earth broods a quiet more blissful than glee. 
And the beauty of sadness lies low on the sea;
Come back at night.

Come to me, Death!
I no more would stay.
The night-owl hath silenced the linnet and lark, 
And the wailing of wisdom sounds sad in the dark;
Take me away.

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