Poem fractal

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0.041 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.

It was not in the Winter

by Thomas Hood

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Drawing the boundary…

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

−0.4911 − 0.8400i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

It was not in the Winter

by Thomas Hood

It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the Time of Roses,—
We plucked them as we passed!

That churlish season never frown'd
On early lovers yet:—
Oh, no—the world was newly crown'd
With flowers when first we met!

'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
But still you held me fast;
It was the Time of Roses,—
We pluck'd them as we pass'd.—

What else could peer thy glowing cheek,
That tears began to stud?
And when I ask'd the like of Love,
You snatched a damask bud;

And oped it to the dainty core,
Still glowing to the last.—
It was the Time of Roses,—
We plucked them as we pass'd!

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

I had a dream of her last night;
It seemed I was in Hell;
A listless river past me went,
Of which old poets tell.

And as I watched the slipping stream,
A tress of woman's hair
Was drifted on the languid wave,
And it was golden fair.

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