[
  {
    "title": "Human Life’s Mystery",
    "author": "Elizabeth Barrett Browning",
    "lines": [
      "We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,",
      "We build the house where we may rest,",
      "And then, at moments, suddenly,",
      "We look up to the great wide sky,",
      "Inquiring wherefore we were born…",
      "For earnest or for jest?",
      "",
      "The senses folding thick and dark",
      "About the stifled soul within,",
      "We guess diviner things beyond,",
      "And yearn to them with yearning fond;",
      "We strike out blindly to a mark",
      "Believed in, but not seen.",
      "",
      "We vibrate to the pant and thrill",
      "Wherewith Eternity has curled",
      "In serpent-twine about God’s seat;",
      "While, freshening upward to His feet,",
      "In gradual growth His full-leaved will",
      "Expands from world to world.",
      "",
      "And, in the tumult and excess",
      "Of act and passion under sun,",
      "We sometimes hear—oh, soft and far,",
      "As silver star did touch with star,",
      "The kiss of Peace and Righteousness",
      "Through all things that are done.",
      "",
      "God keeps His holy mysteries",
      "Just on the outside of man’s dream;",
      "In diapason slow, we think",
      "To hear their pinions rise and sink,",
      "While they float pure beneath His eyes,",
      "Like swans adown a stream.",
      "",
      "Abstractions, are they, from the forms",
      "Of His great beauty?—exaltations",
      "From His great glory?—strong previsions",
      "Of what we shall be?—intuitions",
      "Of what we are—in calms and storms,",
      "Beyond our peace and passions?",
      "",
      "Things nameless! which, in passing so,",
      "Do stroke us with a subtle grace.",
      "We say, ‘Who passes?’—they are dumb.",
      "We cannot see them go or come:",
      "Their touches fall soft, cold, as snow",
      "Upon a blind man’s face.",
      "",
      "Yet, touching so, they draw above",
      "Our common thoughts to Heaven’s unknown,",
      "Our daily joy and pain advance",
      "To a divine significance,",
      "Our human love—O mortal love,",
      "That light is not its own!",
      "",
      "And sometimes horror chills our blood",
      "To be so near such mystic Things,",
      "And we wrap round us for defence",
      "Our purple manners, moods of sense—",
      "As angels from the face of God",
      "Stand hidden in their wings.",
      "",
      "And sometimes through life’s heavy swound",
      "We grope for them!—with strangled breath",
      "We stretch our hands abroad and try",
      "To reach them in our agony,—",
      "And widen, so, the broad life-wound",
      "Which soon is large enough for death."
    ],
    "linecount": "60"
  }
]