Poem fractal

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0.005 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.

Hand in Hand

by Edgar A. Guest

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Drawing the boundary…

The Echoing Green

by William Blake

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Hand in Hand

by Edgar A. Guest

All the way to age we'll go
Hand in hand together;
All the way to brows of snow
Through every sort of weather.
Rain or shine, blue sky or gray,
Joy and sorrow sharing
Hand in hand along the way
We'll go bravely faring.

All the way to sunset land
We'll walk down together
Side by side and hand in hand
Held by Cupid's tether.
Once we danced in early May
Steps we'll long remember;
So we'll trip the miles away
Even to December.

Let the years go fleeting by!
Gray old age shall find us
Still recalling smile and sigh
Long since left behind us.
And though feeble we may grow,
Worn by wind and weather,
All the way to Age we'll go
Hand in hand together.

The Echoing Green

by William Blake

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells’ cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all—girls and boys—
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.’

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry:
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.

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