Poem fractal

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0.031 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 Lily and the Rose

by William Cowper

0.0458 − 0.7413i

Drawing the boundary…

Sleep, sleep today, tormenting cares

by Anna Lætitia Barbauld

0.0178 − 0.7284i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Lily and the Rose

by William Cowper

The nymph must lose her female friend,
If more admired than she—
But where will fierce contention end,
If flowers can disagree.

Within the garden's peaceful scene
Appear'd two lovely foes,
Aspiring to the rank of queen,
The Lily and the Rose.

The Rose soon redden'd into rage,
And, swelling with disdain,
Appeal'd to many a poet's page
To prove her right to reign.

The Lily's height bespoke command,
A fair imperial flower;
She seem'd designed for Flora's hand,
The sceptre of her power.

This civil bick'ring and debate
The goddess chanced to hear,
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.

Yours is, she said, the nobler hue,
And yours the statelier mien;
And, till a third surpasses you,
Let each be deemed a queen.

Thus, soothed and reconciled, each seeks
The fairest British fair:
The seat of empire is her cheeks,
They reign united there.

Sleep, sleep today, tormenting cares

by Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Sleep, sleep today, tormenting cares
Of earth and folly born!
Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

Tomorrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh controul;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The sabbath of my soul.

Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts!
Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purg’d from sin, may I behold
A God of purity!

 

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