[
  {
    "title": "Holidays",
    "author": "Henry Wadsworth Longfellow",
    "lines": [
      "The holiest of all holidays are those",
      "Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;",
      "The secret anniversaries of the heart,",
      "When the full river of feeling overflows;--",
      "The happy days unclouded to their close;",
      "The sudden joys that out of darkness start",
      "As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart",
      "Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!",
      "White as the gleam of a receding sail,",
      "White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,",
      "White as the whitest lily on a stream,",
      "These tender memories are;--a fairy tale",
      "Of some enchanted land we know not where,",
      "But lovely as a landscape in a dream."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]