Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.017 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.

Do not say that life is waning

by Thomas Moore

−0.1808 − 0.6158i

Drawing the boundary…

Now hollow fires burn out to black

by A.E.Housman

−0.1889 − 0.6305i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Do not say that life is waning

by Thomas Moore

Do not say that life is waning,
  Or that hope's sweet day is set;
While I've thee and love remaining,
  Life is in the horizon yet.

Do not think those charms are flying,
  Tho' thy roses fade and fall;
Beauty hath a grace undying,
  Which in thee survives them all.

Not for charms, the newest, brightest,
  That on other cheeks may shine,
Would I change the least, the slightest.
  That is lingering now o'er thine.

Now hollow fires burn out to black

by A.E.Housman

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.

Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread,
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There's nothing but the night.

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