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

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When the Glare of Day Is Past

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.6164 − 0.5266i

Drawing the boundary…

The Old Wives' Prayer

by Robert Herrick

−0.6049 − 0.4912i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

When the Glare of Day Is Past

by Amelia Alderson Opie

When the glare of day is past,
And dim twilight comes at last,
O! how sweet with thee to stray,
On the banks of Tay
There we hear lone Philomel
Wake her tuneful powers,
'Tis of love her warblings tell,
Love not blest as ours.

Still, we love her tones of woe,
More than strains that livelier flow,
Hearts where real passion sighs,
All that's plaintive prize.
Never on true lover's brow,
Smiles mirth's heartless madness,
Hearts enamour'd deeply know,
What's the charm of sadness.

Yes my love, such hearts as ours,
Joy not in the laughing bowers,
Where proud tapers gild the night,
And gay crowds invite—
But at twilight's last, faint gleam
Scorning glittering folly,
We enjoy on Tay's lone stream
Love, and Melancholy—

The Old Wives' Prayer

by Robert Herrick

Holy-Rood, come forth and shield
Us i' th' city and the field;
Safely guard us, now and aye,
From the blast that burns by day;
And those sounds that us affright
In the dead of dampish night;
Drive all hurtful fiends us fro,
By the time the cocks first crow.

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