Poem fractal

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0.031 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.

Oh, Earth!

by Sir Lewis Morris

−0.5322 − 0.6018i

Drawing the boundary…

The Three Hills

by J. C. Squire

−0.5483 − 0.5757i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Oh, Earth!

by Sir Lewis Morris

Oh, earth! that liest still to-night
Beneath the starlit skies,
How splendid dost thou loom and bright
To planetary eyes!

But if some storm-cloud, vast and dark,
Should hide thee from the day;
If through blind night no faintest spark
Should force its feeble way,

No other would thy face appear,
Than on this cloudless sky,
Though all the world should quake with fear,
Though all our race should die.

Great Universe! too vast thou art,
Too changeless and too far,
Dull grows the brain and chill the heart
Before the nearest star.

Oh, kindly earth! upon thy breast
For ever let me lie,
Wrapt round with thy eternal rest,
But gazing on the sky.

The Three Hills

by J. C. Squire

There were three hills that stood alone
With woods about their feet.
They dreamed quiet when the sun shone
And whispered when the rain beat.

They wore all three their coronals
Till men with houses came
And scored their heads with pits and walls
And thought the hills were tame.

Red and white when day shines bright
They hide the green for miles.
Where are the old hills gone? At night
The moon looks down and smiles.

She sees the captors small and weak,
She knows the prisoners strong,
She hears the patient hills that speak:
"Brothers, it is not long;

"Brothers, we stood when they were not
Ten thousand summers past.
Brothers, when they are clean forgot
We shall outlive the last;

"One shall die and one shall flee
With terror in his train,
And earth shall eat the stones, and we
Shall be alone again."

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