Poem fractal

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0.056 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.

Under the Surface

by John Boyle O'Reilly

0.4384 + 0.0552i

Drawing the boundary…

Guilo

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

0.3835 + 0.0433i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Under the Surface

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Ay, smile as you will, with your saintly face! 
But I know the line 
Of your guard is as weak as a maze of lace: 
You may give no sign— 
And the devil is never far to seek, 
And a rotten peach has a lovely cheek. 

As they come in the stream, I say to you: 
The lives we jostle are none of them true. 
Who seeks with a lamp and glass may find 
A nature of honor from core to rind; 
But woe to the heart that is formed so true: 
It may not reck, and it still must rue 
The perjured lip and the bleeding vow. 
God keep it blind to the things we know— 
To the ghastly scars for the leech’s eyes 
And the occult lore of the worldly wise.

Guilo

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.
Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?
The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone
On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow.

I love but thee, my Guilo! be content;
The greediest heart can claim but present pleasure.
The future is thy God's. The past is spent.
To-day is thine; clasp close the precious treasure.

See how I love thee, Guilo! Lips and eyes
Could never under thy fond gaze dissemble.
I could not feign these passion-laden sighs;
Deceiving thee, my pulses would not tremble.

"So I loved Romney." Hush, thou foolish one —
I should forget him wholly wouldst thou let me;
Or but remember that his day was done
From that supremest hour when first I met thee.

"And Paul?" Well, what of Paul? Paul had blue eyes,
And Romney gray, and thine are darkly tender!
One finds fresh feelings under change of skies —
A new horizon brings a newer splendor.

As I love thee I never loved before;
Believe me, Guilo, for I speak most truly.
What though to Romney and to Paul I swore
The self-same words; my heart now worships newly.

We never feel the same emotion twice:
No two ships ever ploughed the self-same billow;
The waters change with every fall and rise;
So, Guilo, go contented to thy pillow.

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