Poem fractal

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

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A Hunting Song

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.2781 − 0.0717i

Drawing the boundary…

The Owl

by Edward Thomas

−0.2652 − 0.1008i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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A Hunting Song

by Amelia Alderson Opie

To the chace let's away the hounds are in sight,
And hark their full tones to the forest invite.
See they lead — let's pursue
For the Fox is in view,
Hark away hark hark away
To the sport of the day.

Who'd tarry behind such joys being nigh
As the Fox full in sight, and the hounds full in cry.
O the joys of the chace,
See he slackens his pace,
See he pants as he flies,
Now he totters and dies.

Not long was the sport, but each joyous soul
In song shall renew it at night o'er the bowl.
Sly Reynard again shall die in the strain
While the sport breathing song,
We in chorus prolong
And cry while mirth beams on each health-speaking face
'No joys sure can equal the joys of the chace.'

The Owl

by Edward Thomas

Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest
Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.

Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest,
Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.
All of the night was quite barred out except
An owl's cry, a most melancholy cry

Shaken out long and clear upon the hill,
No merry note, nor cause of merriment,
But one telling me plain what I escaped
And others could not, that night, as in I went.

And salted was my food, and my repose,
Salted and sobered, too, by the bird's voice
Speaking for all who lay under the stars,
Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.

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