[
  {
    "title": "Song of Myself",
    "author": "Sir Walter Raleigh",
    "lines": [
      "I was a Poet!",
      "But I did not know it,",
      "Neither did my Mother,",
      "Nor my Sister nor my Brother.",
      "The Rich were not aware of it;",
      "The Poor took no care of it.",
      "The Reverend Mr. Drewitt",
      "Never knew it.",
      "The High did not suspect it;",
      "The Low could not detect it.",
      "Aunt Sue",
      "Said it was obviously untrue.",
      "Uncle Ned",
      "Said I was off my head:",
      "(This from a Colonial",
      "Was really a good testimonial.)",
      "Still everybody seemed to think",
      "That genius owes a good deal to drink.",
      "So that is how",
      "I am not a poet now,",
      "And why",
      "My inspiration has run dry.",
      "It is no sort of use",
      "To cultivate the Muse",
      "If vulgar people",
      "Can't tell a village pump from a church steeple.",
      "I am merely apologizing",
      "For the lack of the surprising",
      "In what I write",
      "To-night.",
      "I am quite well-meaning,",
      "But a lot of things are always intervening",
      "Between",
      "What I mean",
      "And what it is said",
      "I had in my head.",
      "It is all very puzzling.",
      "Uncle Ned",
      "Says Poets need muzzling.",
      "He might",
      "Be right.",
      "Good-night!"
    ],
    "linecount": "42"
  }
]