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

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Go, Youth Beloved, in Distant Glades

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.2375 − 0.2092i

Drawing the boundary…

Jeu d'Esprit

by Francis Ledwidge

−0.2276 − 0.2146i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Go, Youth Beloved, in Distant Glades

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Go, youth beloved, in distant glades,
New friends, new hopes, new joys to find!
Yet sometimes deign, midst fairer maids,
To think on her thou leav'st behind.
Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share
Must never be my happy lot;
But thou mayst grant this humble prayer,
Forget me not, forget me not!

Yet, should the thought of my distress
Too painful to thy feelings be,
Heed not the wish I now express,
Nor ever deign to think on me:
But, oh! if grief thy steps attend,
If want, if sickness be thy lot,
And thou require a soothing friend,
Forget me not! forget me not!

Jeu d'Esprit

by Francis Ledwidge

What rumours filled the Atlantic sky,
And turned the wild geese back again;
When Plunkett lifted Balor's eye,
And broke Andromeda's strong chain?
Or did they hear that Starkie, James,
Among the gallipots was seen,
And he who called her sweetest names,
Was talking to another queen?

Now all the wise in quicklime burn,
And all the strong have crossed the sea;
But down the pale roads of Ashbourne,
Are heard the voices of the free.
And Jemmy Quigley is the boy,
Could say how queenly was her walk,
When Sackville Street went down like Troy,
And peelers fell in far Dundalk.

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