[
  {
    "title": "It Was upon",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "IT was upon a July evening.",
      "At a stile I stood, looking along a path",
      "Over the country by a second Spring",
      "Drenched perfect green again. \"The lattermath",
      "Will be a fine one.\" So the stranger said,",
      "A wandering man. Albeit I stood at rest,",
      "Flushed with desire I was. The earth outspread,",
      "Like meadows of the future, I possessed.",
      "",
      "And as an unaccomplished prophecy",
      "The stranger's words, after the interval",
      "Of a score years, when those fields are by me",
      "Never to be recrossed, now I recall,",
      "This July eve, and question, wondering,",
      "What of the lattermath to this hoar Spring?"
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]