Poem fractal

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0.039 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.

The Magic Land

by Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton

−0.5800 − 0.4668i

Drawing the boundary…

A Wish

by Samuel Rogers

−0.6102 − 0.4422i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Magic Land

by Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton

By woodland belt, by ocean bar,
The full south breeze our foreheads fann'd,
And lightly roll'd round moon and star
Low music from the Magic Land.

By ocean bar, by woodland belt,
More fragrant grew the glowing night,
While, faint thro' dark blue air, we felt
The breath of some unnamed Delight;

Till Morning rose, and smote from far
Her elfin harps. Then sea, and sky,
And woodland belt, and ocean bar,
To one sweet note, sigh'd Italy!

A Wish

by Samuel Rogers

Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall shall linger near.

The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Around my ivy'd porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing
In russet-gown and apron blue.

The village-church, among the trees,
Where first our marriage-vows were given,
With merry peals shall swell the breeze,
And point with taper spire to heaven.

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