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

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Then, fare thee well (Old English Air)

by Thomas Moore

−0.0448 − 0.6139i

Drawing the boundary…

Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.0684 − 0.6248i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Then, fare thee well (Old English Air)

by Thomas Moore

Then, fare thee well, my own dear love,
  This world has now for us
No greater grief, no pain above
  The pain of parting thus,
      Dear love!
  The pain of parting thus.

Had we but known, since first we met,
  Some few short hours of bliss,
We might, in numbering them, forget
  The deep, deep pain of this,
      Dear love!
  The deep, deep pain of this.

But no, alas, we've never seen
  One glimpse of pleasure's ray,
But still there came some cloud between,
  And chased it all away,
      Dear love!
  And chased it all away.

Yet, even could those sad moments last,
  Far dearer to my heart
Were hours of grief, together past,
  Than years of mirth apart,
      Dear love!
  Than years of mirth apart.

Farewell! our hope was born in fears,
  And nurst mid vain regrets:
Like winter suns, it rose in tears,
  Like them in tears it sets,
      Dear love!
  Like them in tears it sets.

Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Now I am on the earth, 
What sweet things love me? 
Summer, that gave me birth, 
And glows on still above me; 
The bird I loved a little while; 
The rose I planted; 
The woman in whose golden smile 
Life seems enchanted.

Now I am in the grave, 
What sweet things mourn me? 
Summer, that all joys gave, 
Whence death, alas! hath torn me; 
One bird that sang to me; one rose 
Whose beauty moved me; 
One changeless woman; yea, all those 
That living loved me.

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