[
  {
    "title": "The Lost Friend",
    "author": "Amy Levy",
    "lines": [
      "The people take the thing of course,",
      "They marvel not to see",
      "This strange, unnatural divorce",
      "Betwixt delight and me.",
      "",
      "",
      "I know the face of sorrow, and I know",
      "Her voice with all its varied cadences;",
      "Which way she turns and treads; how at her ease",
      "Things fit her dreary largess to bestow.",
      "",
      "Where sorrow long abides, some be that grow",
      "To hold her dear, but I am not of these;",
      "Joy is my friend, not sorrow; by strange seas,",
      "In some far land we wandered, long ago.",
      "",
      "O faith, long tried, that knows no faltering!",
      "O vanished treasure of her hands and face!--",
      "Beloved--to whose memory I cling,",
      "Unmoved within my heart she holds her place.",
      "",
      "And never shall I hail that other \"friend,\"",
      "Who yet shall dog my footsteps to the end."
    ],
    "linecount": "18"
  }
]