Poem fractal

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0.016 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.

Cupid Swallowed!

by Leigh Hunt

−0.5121 + 0.0812i

Drawing the boundary…

The True Knight

by Stephen Hawes

−0.5182 + 0.0957i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Cupid Swallowed!

by Leigh Hunt

T'other day as I was twining 
Roses, for a crown to dine in, 
What, of all things, 'midst the heap 
Should I light on, fast asleep,
But the little desperate elf,
The tiny traitor, Love himself!
By the wings I pinched him up
Like a bee, and in a cup
Of my wine I plunged and sank him,
And what d'ye think I did? — I drank him.
'Faith, I thought him dead. Not he!
There he lives with tenfold glee;
And now this moment with his wings
I feel him tickling my heart-strings.

The True Knight

by Stephen Hawes

For knighthood is not in the feats of warre,
As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,
But in a cause which truth can not defarre:
He ought himself for to make sure and strong,
Justice to keep mixt with mercy among:
And no quarrell a knight ought to take
But for a truth, or for the common's sake.

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