[
  {
    "title": "Melancholy",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "THE rain and wind, the rain and wind, raved endlessly.",
      "On me the Summer storm, and fever, and melancholy",
      "Wrought magic, so that if I feared the solitude",
      "Far more I feared all company: too sharp, too rude,",
      "Had been the wisest or the dearest human voice.",
      "What I desired I knew not, but whate'er my choice",
      "Vain it must be, I knew. Yet naught did my despair",
      "But sweeten the strange sweetness, while through the",
      "   wild air",
      "All day long I heard a distant cuckoo calling",
      "And, soft as dulcimers, sounds of near water falling,",
      "And, softer, and remote as if in history,",
      "Rumours of what had touched my friends, my foes,",
      "   or me."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]