[
  {
    "title": "A Wall",
    "author": "Robert Browning",
    "lines": [
      "O the old wall here! How I could pass",
      "  Life in a long midsummer day,",
      "My feet confined to a plot of grass,",
      "  My eyes from a wall not once away!",
      "",
      "And lush and lithe do the creepers clothe",
      "  Yon wall I watch, with a wealth of green:",
      "Its bald red bricks draped, nothing loath,",
      "  In lappets of tangle they laugh between.",
      "",
      "Now, what is it makes pulsate the robe?",
      "  Why tremble the sprays? What life o'erbrims",
      "The body,--the house no eye can probe,--",
      "  Divined, as beneath a robe, the limbs?",
      "",
      "And there again! But my heart may guess",
      "  Who tripped behind; and she sang, perhaps:",
      "So the old wall throbbed, and its life's excess",
      "  Died out and away in the leafy wraps.",
      "",
      "Wall upon wall are between us: life",
      "  And song should away from heart to heart!",
      "I--prison-bird, with a ruddy strife",
      "  At breast, and a lip whence storm-notes start--",
      "",
      "Hold on, hope hard in the subtle thing",
      "  That's spirit: tho' cloistered fast, soar free;",
      "Account as wood, brick, stone, this ring",
      "  Of the rueful neighbours, and--forth to thee!"
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  }
]