Poem fractal

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Lover of Music to his Pianoforte

by Leigh Hunt

0.1955 − 0.4693i

Drawing the boundary…

The Wind and the Rain

by William Shakespeare

0.1876 − 0.4569i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Lover of Music to his Pianoforte

by Leigh Hunt

Oh friend, whom glad or grave we seek, 
Heaven-holding shrine! 
I ope thee, touch thee, hear thee speak, 
And peace is mine. 
No fairy casket full of bliss,
Out-values thee: 
Love only, wakened with a kiss, 
More sweet may be.

To thee, when our full hearts o'erflow
In griefs or joys,
Unspeakable emotions owe
A fitting voice: 
Mirth flies to thee, and Love's unrest,
And Memory dear. 
And Sorrow, with his tightened breast,
Comes for a tear.

Oh since few joys of human mould
Thus wait us still, 
Thrice blessed be thine, thou gentle fold
Of peace at will. 
No change, no sullenness, no cheat,
In thee we find; 
Thy saddest voice is ever sweet, —
Thine answer, kind.

The Wind and the Rain

by William Shakespeare

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.

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