This is!…The moments will not stay their wings; To-morrow presses; it is still "To-day"; Shall we stretch arms and snatch at what it brings? Say, darling, say!
The great grave clock's two hands, uplifted, seem Mutely reproachful. They will scarcely veer One poor inch onward when our life-long dream To-day, is here!
And after?…Will it turn to dream, or less? A fading memory to you and me?.. Nay, till we make the venture dare we guess What it will be?
This is!…The moments will not stay their wings; To-morrow presses; it is still "To-day"; Shall we stretch arms and snatch at what it brings? Say, darling, say!
When age comes on!— The deepening dusk is where the dawn Once glittered splendid, and the dew, In honey-drips from red rose-lips, Was kissed away by me and you.— And now across the frosty lawn Black footprints trail, and Age comes on— And Age comes on! And biting wild-winds whistle through Our tattered hopes—and Age comes on!
When Age comes on!— O tide of raptures, long withdrawn, Flow back in summer floods, and fling Here at our feet our childhood sweet, And all the songs we used to sing!… Old loves, old friends—all dead and gone— Our old faith lost—and Age comes on— And Age comes on! Poor hearts! have we not anything But longings left when Age comes on?
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Track 1
How this picture is made
What a fractal is
A fractal is a shape that keeps its pattern when you look closer. Coastlines, trees, shells, and weather do this. The large form and the small form are the same kind of thing. A poem can be drawn that way. The shape of the whole comes from the shape of the lines.
Primunia is the name for the source of that order: the pattern under the pattern, already there in a tree, a shell, and a verse.
How the boundary is drawn
The number under the picture is the poem constant. It is read from the build of the lines: their length, how uneven they are, the size of the stanzas, the share of vowels, and the way the lines end. A new word moves the number when it changes that build. The same poem always gives the same number.
Drawn on its own, that number sits in a quiet part of the plane, and most poems would look like the same soft disk. So the number is carried outward along its own direction until it meets the edge of the Mandelbrot set, where the shape turns sharp. The picture is the Julia set of that meeting place.
Each point on the canvas is folded again and again by one small rule. Points that stay near the rule form the dark interior. Points that rush away become the coloured bands. The hue comes from the poem constant, and the brightest bands turn toward gold. Change the length of a line, the stanza, or the vowel share, and both the number and the picture move.
What the branching signifies
Branching draws the poem as a tree. Each turn follows a line, and every smaller branch repeats that pattern. A longer line reaches farther. The letters at the start of a line bend the next turn. A higher share of vowels opens the branches wider.
The trunk takes its colour from the poem constant and warms toward gold at the tips. When the poem has more than one stanza, gold forks leave the trunk. Each fork is a stanza beyond the first, up to three. The tree divides where the poem divides. One stanza remains a single trunk.