[
  {
    "title": "The Manor Farm",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "THE rock-like mud unfroze a little and rills",
      "Ran and sparkled down each side of the road",
      "Under the catkins wagging in the hedge.",
      "But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun;",
      "Nor did I value that thin gilding beam",
      "More than a pretty February thing",
      "Till I came down to the old Manor Farm,",
      "And church and yew-tree opposite, in age",
      "Its equals and in size. The church and yew",
      "And farmhouse slept in a Sunday silentness.",
      "The air raised not a straw. The steep farm roof,",
      "With tiles duskily glowing, entertained",
      "The mid-day sun; and up and down the roof",
      "White pigeons nestled. There was no sound but one.",
      "Three cart-horses were looking over a gate",
      "Drowsily through their forelocks, swishing their tails",
      "Against a fly, a solitary fly.",
      "",
      "The Winter's cheek flushed as if he had drained",
      "Spring, Summer, and Autumn at a draught",
      "And smiled quietly. But 'twas not Winter--",
      "Rather a season of bliss unchangeable",
      "Awakened from farm and church where it had lain",
      "Safe under tile and thatch for ages since",
      "This England, Old already, was called Merry."
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  }
]