Poem fractal

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This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

If I Should Die

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Drawing the boundary…

Hidden Flame

by John Dryden

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

If I Should Die

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

If I should die, how kind you all would grow!
In that strange hour I would not have one foe.
There are no words too beautiful to say
Of one who goes forevermore away
Across that ebbing tide which has no flow.

With what new lustre my good deeds would glow!
If faults were mine, no one would call them so,
Or speak of me in aught but praise that day,
If I should die.

Ah, friends! before my listening ear lies low,
While I can hear and understand, bestow
That gentle treatment and fond love, I pray,
The lustre of whose late though radiant way
Would gild my grave with mocking light, I know,
If I should die.

Hidden Flame

by John Dryden

I feed a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

Thus, to prevent my Love from being cruel,
My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel;
And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.

On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love no frown can fright me.
To be more happy I dare not aspire,
Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.

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