[
  {
    "title": "Fifty Faggots",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "THERE they stand, on their ends, the fifty faggots",
      "That once were underwood of hazel and ash",
      "In Jenny Pinks's Copse. Now, by the hedge",
      "Close packed, they make a thicket fancy alone",
      "Can creep through with the mouse and wren. Next",
      "   Spring",
      "A blackbird or a robin will nest there,",
      "Accustomed to them, thinking they will remain",
      "Whatever is for ever to a bird:",
      "This Spring it is too late; the swift has come.",
      "'Twas a hot day for carrying them up:",
      "Better they will never warm me, though they must",
      "Light several Winters' fires. Before they are done",
      "The war will have ended, many other things",
      "Have ended, maybe, that I can no more",
      "Foresee or more control than robin and wren."
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  }
]