Poem fractal

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Courage

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

−0.2748 + 0.2619i

Drawing the boundary…

Think of Me

by James Nack

−0.2845 + 0.2258i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Courage

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There is a courage, a majestic thing
That springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,
Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,
And all the threatening future yet may bring;
Crowned with the helmet of great suffering;
Serene with that grand strength by martyrs shown,
When at the stake they die and make no moan,
And even as the flames leap up are heard to sing:

A courage so sublime and unafraid,
It wears its sorrows like a coat of mail;
And Fate, the archer, passes by dismayed,
Knowing his best barbed arrows needs must fail
To pierce a soul so armored and arrayed
That Death himself might look on it and quail.

Think of Me

by James Nack

When floods of light upon thee break,
From heav'n, a heav'n of earth to make,
And one thou needest to partake
The splendor on thee stealing;
Or when each ray of splendor dies,
And scowl upon thee gloomy skies,
And one thou need'st to sympathize
With desolated feeling;
Or when thou look'st around mankind,
Nor one among them all canst find
Who has with thine a kindred mind,
When earth to thee is drearest;
When all deny affection's balm
The fever of thy soul to calm,
Oh! then remember where I am!
Oh! think upon me, dearest!

But sure it cannot be decreed
Protection thou shouldst ever need,
Or sympathy;— thy virtues, plead
So well for thee with heaven,
Its blessings only will descend,
And earth no less will thee befriend, ——
Ah! that I might as well depend,
Upon the hope, that given
To me a thought of thine can be,
While all around thee worship thee!
But if thou him shouldst wish to see
Whose ardour is sincerest;
Whose ev'ry fondest thought is thine,—
Whose heart is bleeding at thy shrine,—
Who life would for thy sake resign,—
Oh! think upon me, dearest!

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