[
  {
    "title": "On His Eightieth Birthday",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "To my ninth decade I have tottered on,",
      "And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;",
      "She, who once led me where she would, is gone,",
      "So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  }
]