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0.019 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.

The Pilot

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

0.2362 − 0.4534i

Drawing the boundary…

In a Cathedral City

by Thomas Hardy

0.2437 − 0.4361i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Pilot

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

From the past and unavailing
Out of cloudland we are steering:
After groping, after fearing,
Into starlight we come trailing,
And we find the stars are true.
Still, O comrade, what of you?
You are gone, but we are sailing,
And the old ways are all new.

For the Lost and Unreturning
We have drifted, we have waited;
Uncommanded and unrated,
We have tossed and wandered, yearning
For a charm that comes no more
From the old lights by the shore:
We have shamed ourselves in learning
What you knew so long before.

For the Breed of the Far-going
Who are strangers, and all brothers,
May forget no more than others
Who looked seaward with eyes flowing.
But are brothers to bewail
One who fought so foul a gale?
You have won beyond our knowing,
You are gone, but yet we sail.

In a Cathedral City

by Thomas Hardy

These people have not heard your name;
No loungers in this placid place
Have helped to bruit your beauty's fame.

The grey Cathedral, towards whose face 
Bend eyes untold, has met not yours; 
Your shade has never swept its base,

Your form has never darked its doors, 
Nor have your faultless feet once thrown 
A pensive pit-pat on its floors.

Along the street to maids well known
Blithe lovers hum their tender airs,
But in your praise voice not a tone. ...

— Since nought bespeaks you here, or bears, 
As I, your imprint through and through, 
Here might I rest, till my heart shares 
The spot's unconsciousness of you!

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