Poem fractal

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0.026 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 Long White Seam

by Jean Ingelow

−0.3960 − 0.1912i

Drawing the boundary…

How Still the Night

by Joseph Campbell

−0.3895 − 0.2164i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Long White Seam

by Jean Ingelow

As I came round the harbour buoy,
The lights began to gleam,
No wave the land-locked water stirred,
The crags were white as cream;
And I marked my love by candle-light
Sewing her long white seam.
It's aye sewing ashore, my dear,
Watch and steer at sea,
It's reef and furl, and haul the line,
Set sail and think of thee.

I climbed to reach her cottage door;
O sweetly my love sings!
Like a shaft of light her voice breaks forth,
My soul to meet it springs
As the shining water leaped of old,
When stirred by angel wings.
Aye longing to list anew,
Awake and in my dream,
But never a song she sang like this,
Sewing her long white seam.

Fair fall the lights, the harbour lights,
That brought me in to thee,
And peace drop down on that low roof
For the sight that I did see,
And the voice, my dear, that rang so clear
All for the love of me.
For O, for O, with brows bent low
By the candle's flickering gleam,
Her wedding gown it was she wrought,
Sewing the long white seam.

How Still the Night

by Joseph Campbell

How still the night!
The air, a fragrance fallen from unseen wings;
The pine-trunks, stones of some dark and secret temple;
Venus, a lantern burning without flame.

But my soul is not still.
The wind blows bitterly;
The pines groan on their rock-nourished roots;
The stars are blotted out.

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