Poem fractal

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

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Love and Age

by Leigh Hunt

0.2204 − 0.0098i

Drawing the boundary…

The Voice

by Thomas Hardy

0.1953 − 0.0243i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Love and Age

by Leigh Hunt

When young, I loved. At that delicious age, 
So sweet, so short, love was my sole delight;
And when I reached the time for being sage, 
Still I loved on, for reason gave me right.

Age comes at length, and livelier joys depart,
Yet gentle ones still kiss these eyelids dim;
For still I love, and love consoles my heart; 
What could console me for the loss of Him?

The Voice

by Thomas Hardy

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.

Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!

Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?

Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.

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