Poem fractal

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0.042 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.

One Dear Smile

by Thomas Moore

0.1285 − 0.3593i

Drawing the boundary…

Lingering Lazy Johnny

by Isobel Pagan

0.0971 − 0.3315i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

One Dear Smile

by Thomas Moore

Couldst thou look as dear as when
  First I sighed for thee;
Couldst thou make me feel again
Every wish I breathed thee then,
  Oh, how blissful life would be!
Hopes that now beguiling leave me,
  Joys that lie in slumber cold—
All would wake, couldst thou but give me
  One dear smile like those of old.

No—there's nothing left us now,
  But to mourn the past;
Vain was every ardent vow—
Never yet did Heaven allow
  Love so warm, so wild, to last.
Not even hope could now deceive me—
  Life itself looks dark and cold;
Oh, thou never more canst give me
  One dear smile like those of old

Lingering Lazy Johnny

by Isobel Pagan

Where my swain so blythe and clever,
Why does he leave me all in sorrow,
Three long days has gone forever,
Since he swore he would call to-morrow.
O had he lov'd but half as I do,
He would come with his looks so bonny,
Love has flying wings I well know,
But none for the lingering lazy Johnny.

What can he now be a-doing,
Is he with some lassie staying,
He had better have been wooing,
As with others fondly straying.
Tell me truly where he's roving,
That I may no longer sorrow,
If he's wearied grown of loving,
He may tell me so the morrow.

Hath some favourite rival hid him,
She may be the happy creature,
I'll not ease myself to chide him,
Nor dispute with her for feature.
I neither can, nor will not tarry,
Nor will I sink myself in sorrow,
I may lose the time to marry,
If Johnny waits beyond the morrow.

Gentle shepherd, don't deceive me,
If you love me stay no longer,
And if you wont, another may have me,
Love may cool, 'twill ne'er grow stronger.
Lasses when your lads forsake you,
Sink not in despairing sorrow,
Blest another lad may make you,
Wait for none beyond to-morrow.

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