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

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O thou dread Power, who reign'st above!

by Robert Burns

0.0135 − 0.6265i

Drawing the boundary…

Dreams

by Sara Teasdale

0.0319 − 0.6245i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

O thou dread Power, who reign'st above!

by Robert Burns

O thou dread Power, who reign'st above!
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love
I make my prayer sincere.

The hoary sire—the mortal stroke,
Long, long, be pleased to spare;
To bless his filial little flock
And show what good men are.

She who her lovely offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,
O, bless her with a mother's joys,
But spare a mother's tears!

Their hope—their stay—their darling youth,
In manhood's dawning blush—
Bless him, thou GOD of love and truth,
Up to a parent's wish!

The beauteous, seraph sister-band,
With earnest tears I pray,
Thou know'st the snares on ev'ry hand—
Guide Thou their steps alway.

When soon or late they reach that coast,
O'er life's rough ocean driven,
May they rejoice, no wanderer lost,
A family in Heaven!

Dreams

by Sara Teasdale

I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all—
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho' I see him not.

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