[
  {
    "title": "For These",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "AN acre of land between the shore and the hills,",
      "Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,",
      "The lovely visible earth and sky and sea,",
      "Where what the curlew needs not, the farmer tills:",
      "",
      "A house that shall love me as I love it,",
      "Well-hedged, and honoured by a few ash-trees",
      "That linnets, greenfinches, and goldfinches",
      "Shall often visit and make love in and flit:",
      "",
      "A garden I need never go beyond,",
      "Broken but neat, whose sunflowers every one",
      "Are fit to be the sign of the Rising Sun:",
      "A spring, a brook's bend, or at least a pond:",
      "",
      "For these I ask not, but, neither too late",
      "Nor yet too early, for what men call content,",
      "And also that something may be sent",
      "To be contented with, I ask of fate."
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  }
]