[
  {
    "title": "Beauty",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease,",
      "No man, woman, or child alive could please",
      "Me now. And yet I almost dare to laugh",
      "Because I sit and frame an epitaph--",
      "\"Here lies all that no one loved of him",
      "And that loved no one.\" Then in a trice that",
      "    whim",
      "Has wearied. But, though I am like a river",
      "At fall of evening while it seems that never",
      "Has the sun lighted it or warmed it, while",
      "Cross breezes cut the surface to a file,",
      "This heart, some fraction of me, happily",
      "Floats through the window even now to a tree",
      "Down in the misting, dim-lit, quiet vale,",
      "Not like a pewit that returns to wail",
      "For something it has lost, but like a dove",
      "That slants unswerving to its home and love.",
      "There I find my rest, and through the dusk air",
      "Flies what yet lives in me. Beauty is there."
    ],
    "linecount": "19"
  }
]