[
  {
    "title": "I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day",
    "author": "Gerard Manley Hopkins",
    "lines": [
      "I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.",
      "What hours, O what black hours we have spent",
      "This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!",
      "And more must, in yet longer light's delay.",
      "",
      "With witness I speak this. But where I say",
      "Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament",
      "Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent",
      "To dearest him that lives alas! away.",
      "",
      "I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decrees",
      "Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;",
      "Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.",
      "",
      "Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see",
      "The lost are like this, and their scourge to be",
      "As I am mine, their sweating selves, but worse."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]