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

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In Tempore Senectutis

by Ernest Dowson

0.1261 − 0.5386i

Drawing the boundary…

Coronach, or Death-Wail

by Charles Mackay

0.1405 − 0.5221i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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In Tempore Senectutis

by Ernest Dowson

When I am old,
And sadly steal apart,
Into the dark and cold,
Friend of my heart!
Remember, if you can,
Not him who lingers, but that other man,
Who loved and sang, and had a beating heart,—
When I am old!

When I am old,
And all Love's ancient fire
Be tremulous and cold:
My soul's desire!
Remember, if you may,
Nothing of you and me but yesterday,
When heart on heart we bid the years conspire
To make us old.

When I am old,
And every star above
Be pitiless and cold:
My life's one love!
Forbid me not to go:
Remember nought of us but long ago,
And not at last, how love and pity strove
When I grew old!

Coronach, or Death-Wail

by Charles Mackay

Wail! Wail!
For a sun hath set,
Which no returning morrow 
Shall ever call 
From the darksome pail,
To beam upon our sorrow!
Moan! Moan!
O'er his dwelling lone,
As ye heap the clod above him:
Dead! Dead!
His soul hath fled
From the hearts that lived to love him!

Wail! Wail!
Though our tears be vain,
For the soul in glory shining!
Yet how can those 
Who have seen his close 
Forbear for awhile repining?
Moan! Moan! 
O’er the narrow stone;
Body and soul must sever!
Dead! Dead!
His spirit hath fled.
And a star hath set for ever!

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