[
  {
    "title": "That Music Always Round Me.",
    "author": "Walt Whitman",
    "lines": [
      "THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning—yet long untaught I did not hear;",
      "But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;",
      "A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of day-break I hear,",
      "A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,",
      "A transparent bass, shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,",
      "The triumphant tutti—the funeral wailings, with sweet flutes and violins—all",
      "    these I",
      "  fill myself with;",
      "I hear not the volumes of sound merely—I am moved by the exquisite meanings,",
      "I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending with fiery",
      "    vehemence",
      "  to excel each other in emotion;",
      "I do not think the performers know themselves—but now I think I begin to know them."
    ],
    "linecount": "13"
  }
]