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

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The Death Bed

by Thomas Hood

−0.3256 − 0.7224i

Drawing the boundary…

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

by Edgar Allan Poe

−0.3037 − 0.7261i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Death Bed

by Thomas Hood

We watch'd her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.

So silently we seem'd to speak,
So slowly moved about,
As we had lent her half our powers
To eke her living out.

Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied—
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.

For when the morn came dim and sad,
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed—she had
Another morn than ours.

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

by Edgar Allan Poe

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips—and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words—

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall—

Thy heart—thy heart!—I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy—
Of the baubles that it may.

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