Poem fractal

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To a Sparrow

by Francis Ledwidge

0.2561 + 0.4003i

Drawing the boundary…

To a Tune

by Philip Bourke Marston

0.2602 + 0.3784i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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To a Sparrow

by Francis Ledwidge

Because you have no fear to mingle
Wings with those of greater part,
So like me, with song I single
Your sweet impudence of heart.
And when prouder feathers go where
Summer holds her leafy show,
You still come to us from nowhere
Like grey leaves across the snow.
In back ways where odd and end go
To your meals you drop down sure,
Knowing every broken window
Of the hospitable poor.
There is no bird half so harmless,
None so sweetly rude as you,
None so common and so charmless,
None of virtues nude as you.
But for all your faults I love you,
For you linger with us still,
Though the wintry winds reprove you
And the snow is on the hill.

To a Tune

by Philip Bourke Marston

O wild, sweet tune, of which my soul is fain, 
Through the loud sound of sea and tempest heard. 
Like the low moan of a wind-driven bird, — 
O sad, sweet tune! O passionate, wild strain! 
Full of past joy, dead hope, and present pain, — 
Once more I catch thee, and my heart is stirr'd. 
Stung sharply by that one great, simple word, 
Gone as a dream that shall not come again. 

Once more I see my lady's warm, flushed face; 
See her deep amorous eyes, and swept back hair; 
Yea, hear the tender sobbing of her breath. 
O tune, made sad with all sweet things that were! 
O tune, keep back, or quite restore those days. 
That, past, crown life, or break our wills for death! 

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