Poem fractal

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

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All Is Vanity

by Bernard Barton

0.0312 − 1.0332i

Drawing the boundary…

For a Picture of Watteau

by Arthur Symons

0.0416 − 1.0016i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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All Is Vanity

by Bernard Barton

In childhood any toy
For one short hour amuses;
And all its store of joy
With its new lustre loses.

The boy keeps up the game
Just as the child began it;
For boyhood's joyous flame
Needs novelty to fan it.

The youth, when beauty's eye
First wakes the pulse of pleasure,
Thinks with a fruitless sigh
That he has found his treasure.

Existence further scan
In all succeeding stages,
View it in ripen'd man,
In hoary-headed sages—

What pleasure can it give
Unless it stoop to borrow,
And lead us on to live
On bliss to be-to-morrow?

What can this world bestow
That should enchain us to it?
Or compensate the woe
We bear who journey through it?

O man! if to this earth
Thy heart is wedded only,
Each hope that comes with mirth
Will leave thee twice as lonely:

And when that hope is gone
Thou shalt be all forsaken,
For having leant upon
A reed by each wind shaken.

For a Picture of Watteau

by Arthur Symons

Here the vague winds have rest;
The forest breathes in sleep,
Lifting a quiet breast;
It is the hour of rest.

How summer glides away!
An autumn pallor blooms
Upon the check of day.
Come, lovers, come away!

But here, where dead leaves fall
Upon the grass, what strains,
Languidly musical,
Mournfully rise and fall?

Light loves that woke with spring
This autumn afternoon
Beholds meandering,
Still, to the strains of spring.

Your dancing feet are faint,
Lovers: the air recedes
Into a sighing plaint,
Faint, as your loves are faint.

It is the end, the end,
The dance of love’s decease.
Feign no more now, fair friend!
It is the end, the end.

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