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0.037 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.

Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

0.3364 − 0.7660i

Drawing the boundary…

Yr Afon

by Watcyn Wyn

0.3540 − 0.7337i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Alas! alas! I can't forget,
The fateful hour when first we met,
For still I see whate'er I view
Those eyes of pensive blue

But while so many swains you see,
Do you my Clara think on me?
If so, I wish not to forget,
The hour when first we met.

And still to others beauty cold,
May I, in thought, your charms behold,
Still sit in memory rapt, and view,
Those eyes of pensive blue.

But if by you, I'm quite forgot,
O! hard indeed will be my lot,
Since I alas! can ne'er forget,
The hour when first we met.

Yr Afon

by Watcyn Wyn

Yn ei gwely—byth yn cysgu,
Ar ei gyrfa—byth yn gorphwys:
Yn y ffynon—byth yn tarddu,
Yn yr aber—byth yn arllwys:
Gloewi ei drych,
A chânu 'n llon,
O grych i grych,
O dòn i dòn:

Rhwng y ceryg, dros y gro,
Byth yn troi 'n ol yn y tro:
Wedi dysgu ei thònau gwan,
I beidio aros yn un man:
Casglu nerth pwy bella teithia,
Penderfyniad yn y troion;
A diwydrwydd, a glanweithdra,
Yn ei thònau 'n wersi gloewon.

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