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

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An Invitation

by Francis Ledwidge

−0.9116 − 0.1519i

Drawing the boundary…

An April Day

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−0.8643 − 0.2378i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

An Invitation

by Francis Ledwidge

Come where the hills are heaped together
For the winds are glistening with wings,
And Autumn's dull flowers droop and wither
Where, down by the North, the last leaf swings.

I know where a bright well gurgles up
Looping the ferns with a shining tress,
And the wild convolvulus reaches her cup
Out on the bee-glad sunniness.

And there we may learn of flower and wing
The true delight of her seasons four,
As the last leaf down on the north wind swings
And the south throws open her warm blue door.

An April Day

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.

I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.

From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.

The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.

When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.

Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.

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