[
  {
    "title": "Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art",
    "author": "John Keats",
    "lines": [
      "Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—",
      "    Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night",
      "And watching, with eternal lids apart,",
      "    Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,",
      "The moving waters at their priestlike task",
      "    Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,",
      "Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask",
      "    Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—",
      "No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,",
      "    Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,",
      "To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,",
      "    Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,",
      "Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,",
      "And so live ever—or else swoon to death."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]