[
  {
    "title": "Sonnet: I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true",
    "author": "Rupert Brooke",
    "lines": [
      "I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true.",
      "Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea.",
      "On gods or fools the high risk falls -- on you --",
      "The clean clear bitter-sweet that's not for me.",
      "Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist.",
      "Love is flung Lucifer-like from Heaven to Hell.",
      "But -- there are wanderers in the middle mist,",
      "Who cry for shadows, clutch, and cannot tell",
      "Whether they love at all, or, loving, whom:",
      "An old song's lady, a fool in fancy dress,",
      "Or phantoms, or their own face on the gloom;",
      "For love of Love, or from heart's loneliness.",
      "Pleasure's not theirs, nor pain. They doubt, and sigh,",
      "And do not love at all. Of these am I."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]