[
  {
    "title": "Her final Summer was it --",
    "author": "Emily Dickinson",
    "lines": [
      "Her final Summer was it --",
      "And yet We guessed it not --",
      "If tenderer industriousness",
      "Pervaded Her, We thought",
      "",
      "A further force of life",
      "Developed from within --",
      "When Death lit all the shortness up",
      "It made the hurry plain --",
      "",
      "We wondered at our blindness",
      "When nothing was to see",
      "But Her Carrara Guide post --",
      "At Our Stupidity --",
      "",
      "When duller than our dullness",
      "The Busy Darling lay --",
      "So busy was she -- finishing --",
      "So leisurely -- were We --"
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  }
]