[
  {
    "title": "The Moon was but a Chin of Gold",
    "author": "Emily Dickinson",
    "lines": [
      "The Moon was but a Chin of Gold",
      "A Night or two ago --",
      "And now she turns Her perfect Face",
      "Upon the World below --",
      "",
      "Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde --",
      "Her Cheek -- a Beryl hewn --",
      "Her Eye unto the Summer Dew",
      "The likest I have known --",
      "",
      "Her Lips of Amber never part --",
      "But what must be the smile",
      "Upon Her Friend she could confer",
      "Were such Her Silver Will --",
      "",
      "And what a privilege to be",
      "But the remotest Star --",
      "For Certainty She take Her Way",
      "Beside Your Palace Door --",
      "",
      "Her Bonnet is the Firmament --",
      "The Universe -- Her Shoe --",
      "The Stars -- the Trinkets at Her Belt --",
      "Her Dimities -- of Blue --"
    ],
    "linecount": "20"
  }
]