[
  {
    "title": "In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship",
    "author": "Lord Alfred Tennyson",
    "lines": [
      "O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,",
      "O Priestess in the vaults of Death,",
      "O sweet and bitter in a breath,",
      "What whispers from thy lying lip?",
      "",
      "\"The stars,\" she whispers, \"blindly run;",
      "A web is wov'n across the sky;",
      "From out waste places comes a cry,",
      "And murmurs from the dying sun:",
      "",
      "\"And all the phantom, Nature, stands--",
      "With all the music in her tone,",
      "A hollow echo of my own,--",
      "A hollow form with empty hands.\"",
      "",
      "And shall I take a thing so blind,",
      "Embrace her as my natural good;",
      "Or crush her, like a vice of blood,",
      "Upon the threshold of the mind?"
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  }
]