Poem fractal

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0.029 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.

One Sea-Side Grave

by Christina Rossetti

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Drawing the boundary…

A Winter Phantasy

by Violet Jacob

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

One Sea-Side Grave

by Christina Rossetti

Unmindful of the roses,
Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!

Cold as the cold Decembers,
Past as the days that set,
While only one remembers
And all the rest forget,—
But one remembers yet.

A Winter Phantasy

by Violet Jacob

The day was all delight,
Chorus and golden tune;
Rides the steep night
The white ship of the moon.

Now that the night is come
And silence wakes to power,
All that was dumb
Has its triumphal hour.

My soul, behold a sail
The seas of Heaven upon,
Rise up and hail
That roving galleon.

High above winter frost
Speed on uncharted ways,
Enraptured, lost,
Past thrall of nights and days.

Burnt fervent-white with rime,
The blurred earth hangs beneath,
Frost-light sublime,
Frost-tapers lit for death.

Look down the mists and see
The orchards mazed with snow;
Grey, tangled tree,
Lichen and mistletoe.

But, ere the dim world falls
Engulfed, upon your track,
Even at Heaven's walls,
Turn back, turn back!

And as the miles decrease,
By all that foils regret,
By all that is your peace,
My soul, forget.

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