Poem fractal

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

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In the Valley of the Elwy

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

−0.1464 + 0.4046i

Drawing the boundary…

Enquiry After Happiness

by Thomas Chatterton

−0.1266 + 0.4078i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

In the Valley of the Elwy

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

I remember a house where all were good
To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:
Comforting smell breathed at very entering,
Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.
That cordial air made those kind people a hood
All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing
Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring:
Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.

Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales;
Only the inmate does not correspond:
God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales,
Complete thy creature dear O where it fails,
Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.

Enquiry After Happiness

by Thomas Chatterton

Though happiness be each man's darling aim,
Yet folly too, too often plays the game;
To that one centre all our wishes tend,
We fly the means yet still pursue the end.
No wonder then we find our hopes were vain;
The wretch who shuns his cure must still complain. 
In labyrinths of crooked error lost,
Or on life's sea with raging tempest tossed,
We by no compass steer, but blindly stray,
And, knowing we are wrong, ne'er ask the way.
'How hard, how very hard to walk', they cry,
'In thorny roads while flowery meads are nigh!' 
But know, deluded mortals, virtue's race 
Is run in paths of pleasantness and peace;
Though narrow, yet sufficient for the few 
Who have this pearl of price alone in view.
'But how', they ask, 'can we this gem obtain?' 
Be that thy task, O Lucas, to explain.

As Milton, eyeless bard, has sweetly sung
The fatal course whence all our woes first sprung,
So he has taught, though not in measured phrase,
A lesson which deserves full greater praise;
How man (as once in Eden) may be blest,
And paradise be found in every breast.
O! may you find it there, may you obtain
The bliss which too much knowledge rendered vain,
By tasting boldly the fair fruit again.

Lucas like Milton, wondrous bard, was blind,
Like Milton too, illumined was his mind:
Then ask thy Guide, for he who seeks shall find.

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