[
  {
    "title": "I felt a funeral in my brain",
    "author": "Emily Dickinson",
    "lines": [
      "I felt a funeral in my brain,",
      "And mourners, to and fro,",
      "Kept treading, treading, till it seemed",
      "That sense was breaking through.",
      "",
      "And when they all were seated,",
      "A service like a drum",
      "Kept beating, beating, till I thought",
      "My mind was going numb.",
      "",
      "And then I heard them lift a box,",
      "And creak across my soul",
      "With those same boots of lead, again.",
      "Then space began to toll",
      "",
      "As all the heavens were a bell,",
      "And Being but an ear,",
      "And I and silence some strange race,",
      "Wrecked, solitary, here."
    ],
    "linecount": 16,
    "source": "Project Gutenberg — Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/12242)"
  }
]