[
  {
    "title": "Not at Home to Callers",
    "author": "Emily Dickinson",
    "lines": [
      "Not at Home to Callers",
      "Says the Naked Tree --",
      "Bonnet due in April --",
      "Wishing you Good Day --"
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "At Home",
    "author": "Christina Rossetti",
    "lines": [
      "When I was dead, my spirit turned",
      "To seek the much-frequented house:",
      "I passed the door, and saw my friends",
      "Feasting beneath green orange boughs;",
      "From hand to hand they pushed the wine,",
      "They sucked the pulp of plum and peach;",
      "They sang, they jested, and they laughed,",
      "For each was loved of each.",
      "",
      "I listened to thier honest chat:",
      "Said one: \"To-morrow we shall be",
      "Plod plod along the featureless sands,",
      "And coasting miles and miles of sea.\"",
      "Said one: \"Before the turn of tide",
      "We will achieve the eyrie-seat.\"",
      "Said one: \"To-morrow shall be like",
      "To-day, but much more sweet.\"",
      "",
      "\"To-morrow,\" said they, strong with hope,",
      "And dwelt upon the pleasant way:",
      "\"To-morrow,\" cried they, one and all,",
      "While no one spoke of yesterday.",
      "Their life stood full at blessed noon;",
      "I, only I, had passed away:",
      "\"To-morrow and to-day,\" they cried;",
      "I was of yesterday.",
      "",
      "I shivered comfortless, but cast",
      "No chill across the table-cloth;",
      "I, all-forgotten, shivered, sad",
      "To stay, and yet to part how loth:",
      "I passed from the familiar room,",
      "I who from love had passed away,",
      "Like the remembrance of a guest",
      "That tarrieth but a day."
    ],
    "linecount": "32"
  },
  {
    "title": "I never felt at Home -- Below",
    "author": "Emily Dickinson",
    "lines": [
      "I never felt at Home -- Below --",
      "And in the Handsome Skies",
      "I shall not feel at Home -- I know --",
      "I don't like Paradise --",
      "",
      "Because it's Sunday -- all the time --",
      "And Recess -- never comes --",
      "And Eden'll be so lonesome",
      "Bright Wednesday Afternoons --",
      "",
      "If God could make a visit --",
      "Or ever took a Nap --",
      "So not to see us -- but they say",
      "Himself -- a Telescope",
      "",
      "Perennial beholds us --",
      "Myself would run away",
      "From Him -- and Holy Ghost -- and All --",
      "But there's the \"Judgement Day\"!"
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  },
  {
    "title": "I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --",
    "author": "Emily Dickinson",
    "lines": [
      "I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --",
      "How ignorant I had been",
      "Of pretty ways of Covenant --",
      "How awkward at the Hymn",
      "",
      "Round our new Fireside -- but for this --",
      "This pattern -- of the Way --",
      "Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip",
      "Of a Celestial Sea --",
      "",
      "What Mornings in our Garden -- guessed --",
      "What Bees -- for us -- to hum --",
      "With only Birds to interrupt",
      "The Ripple of our Theme --",
      "",
      "And Task for Both --",
      "When Play be done --",
      "Your Problem -- of the Brain --",
      "And mine -- some foolisher effect --",
      "A Ruffle -- or a Tune --",
      "",
      "The Afternoons -- Together spent --",
      "And Twilight -- in the Lanes --",
      "Some ministry to poorer lives --",
      "Seen poorest -- thro' our gains --",
      "",
      "And then Return -- and Night -- and Home --",
      "",
      "And then away to You to pass --",
      "A new -- diviner -- care --",
      "Till Sunrise take us back to Scene --",
      "Transmuted -- Vivider --",
      "",
      "This seems a Home --",
      "And Home is not --",
      "But what that Place could be --",
      "Afflicts me -- as a Setting Sun --",
      "Where Dawn -- knows how to be --"
    ],
    "linecount": "31"
  },
  {
    "title": "To Friends At Home",
    "author": "Robert Louis Stevenson",
    "lines": [
      "TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost",
      "The gracious old, the lovely young, to May",
      "The fair, December the beloved,",
      "These from my blue horizon and green isles,",
      "These from this pinnacle of distances I,",
      "The unforgetful, dedicate."
    ],
    "linecount": "6"
  }
]