Poem fractal

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

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O tell na me o' wind and rain

by Robert Burns

0.0985 − 0.5581i

Drawing the boundary…

For One Departing

by Charles Wesley

0.0994 − 0.5714i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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O tell na me o' wind and rain

by Robert Burns

O tell na me o' wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain!
Gae back the gate ye cam again,
I winna let you in, jo.
I tell you now this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night,
And ance for a' this ae night,
I winna let you in, jo!

The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wand'rer pours,
Is nocht to what poor she endures,
That's trusted faithless man, jo.

The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead,
Now trodden like the vilest weed:
Let simple maid the lesson read,
The weird may be her ain, jo.

The bird that charm'd his summer-day,
Is now the cruel fowler's prey;
Let witless, trusting woman say
How aft her fate's the same, jo.
I tell you now this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night;
And ance for a' this ae night,
I winna let you in jo!

For One Departing

by Charles Wesley

Happy soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!
Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo, the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of His Merit,
Reaches out the crown of Love.

Struggle through thy latest passion
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To His uttermost salvation,
To His everlasting Rest.
For the joy He sets before thee
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

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