Poem fractal

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

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An Idol of Clay

by Nixon Waterman

−0.4774 − 0.1095i

Drawing the boundary…

The Kingfisher

by William Canton

−0.4576 − 0.0900i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

An Idol of Clay

by Nixon Waterman

What did she give for her wedding-ring?
All that a woman may! 
What did the gifts to the giver bring?
Only an idol of clay. 
All the sweet dreams of her girlhood years,
All that a heart could hold; 
All of her hopes and all of her fears, 
All of her smiles and all of her tears.
For one little circle of gold.

Told she the world of the bitter cheat?
Ah, no! With a smiling face 
She clothed her idol from head to feet
With the garments of her grace. 
And no one knew of the tears she wept;
Her griefs they were never guessed, 
For hid in her heart of hearts she kept 
Her thorns of woe. And so she slept
With her hands across her breast.

The Kingfisher

by William Canton

Not where the shining spaces of the mere
Lie blue and clear,
But where the brook's small waters run
Reflecting emerald leaves and chinks of sun,
On a dead branch, in solitude
It watches for its fleeting food,—
The Kingfisher!

So, poised on dead and dying things,
Not in the glare of life, but in the sought,
Dim, tranquil umbrage of sequester'd thought,
The soul keeps vigil o'er the living springs.
Bright bird, thine azure wings, thy ruddy breast—
The colours of the furrow and the sky—
Remind me that at worst and best
Akin to earth and aimed for heaven am I.

Leaf-cloistered in a solitary reach,
Thou keepest watch without a mate,
Without a song;
Even so the soul that would await
Joy by the living springs must linger long,
Withdrawn from human fellowship and speech.

Hark! dry wood snaps. Who dares intrude
Upon thy sea-green solitude?
(Hush! hush!) No human will shall do
Thy spirit wrong; thou shalt be left alone.
Alas, one flash of blue—
Heaven's colour—tells that thou art flown.

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