Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.004 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 Bourne

by Christina Rossetti

−0.3586 − 0.7126i

Drawing the boundary…

So We'll Go No More a Roving

by Lord Byron

−0.3565 − 0.7156i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Bourne

by Christina Rossetti

Underneath the growing grass,
  Underneath the living flowers,
  Deeper than the sound of showers:
  There we shall not count the hours
By the shadows as they pass.

Youth and health will be but vain,
  Beauty reckoned of no worth:
  There a very little girth
  Can hold round what once the earth
Seemed too narrow to contain.

So We'll Go No More a Roving

by Lord Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

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