Poem fractal

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

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The Starved

by W. H. Davies

−0.1549 − 0.6194i

Drawing the boundary…

In Time of Mourning

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

−0.1351 − 0.6358i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Starved

by W. H. Davies

My little Lamb, what is amiss?
If there was milk in mother's kiss,
You would not look as white as this.

The wolf of Hunger, it is he
That takes away thy milk from me,
And I have much to do for thee.

If thou couldst live on love, I know
No babe in all the land could show
More rosy cheeks and louder crow.

Thy father's dead, Alas for thee:
I cannot keep this wolf from me,
That takes thy milk so bold and free.

If thy dear father lived, he'd drive
Away this beast with whom I strive,
And thou, my pretty Lamb, wouldst thrive.

Ah, my poor babe, my love's so great
I'd swallow common rags for meat—
If they could make milk rich and sweet.

My little Lamb, what is amiss?
Come, I must wake thee with a kiss,
For Death would own a sleep like this.

In Time of Mourning

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

"Return," we dare not as we fain
Would cry from hearts that yearn:
Love dares not bid our dead again
Return.

O hearts that strain and burn
As fires fast fettered burn and strain!
Bow down, lie still, and learn.

The heart that healed all hearts of pain
No funeral rites inurn:
Its echoes, while the stars remain,
Return.

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