[
  {
    "title": "The Frost of Death was on the Pane --",
    "author": "Emily Dickinson",
    "lines": [
      "The Frost of Death was on the Pane --",
      "\"Secure your Flower\" said he.",
      "Like Sailors fighting with a Leak",
      "We fought Mortality.",
      "",
      "Our passive Flower we held to Sea --",
      "To Mountain -- To the Sun --",
      "Yet even on his Scarlet shelf",
      "To crawl the Frost begun --",
      "",
      "We pried him back",
      "Ourselves we wedged",
      "Himself and her between,",
      "Yet easy as the narrow Snake",
      "He forked his way along",
      "",
      "Till all her helpless beauty bent",
      "And then our wrath begun --",
      "We hunted him to his Ravine",
      "We chased him to his Den --",
      "",
      "We hated Death and hated Life",
      "And nowhere was to go --",
      "Than Sea and continent there is",
      "A larger -- it is Woe --"
    ],
    "linecount": "21"
  }
]