[
  {
    "title": "The Winter's Come",
    "author": "John Clare",
    "lines": [
      "Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn;",
      "  The larch trees, like the colour of the Sun;",
      "That paled sky in the Autumn seemed to burn,",
      "  What a strange scene before us now does run--",
      "Red, brown, and yellow, russet, black, and dun;",
      "  White thorn, wild cherry, and the poplar bare;",
      "The sycamore all withered in the sun.",
      "  No leaves are now upon the birch tree there:",
      "  All now is stript to the cold wintry air.",
      "",
      "See, not one tree but what has lost its leaves--",
      "  And yet the landscape wears a pleasing hue.",
      "The winter chill on his cold bed receives",
      "  Foliage which once hung oer the waters blue.",
      "Naked and bare the leafless trees repose.",
      "  Blue-headed titmouse now seeks maggots rare,",
      "Sluggish and dull the leaf-strewn river flows;",
      "  That is not green, which was so through the year",
      "  Dark chill November draweth to a close.",
      "",
      "Tis Winter, and I love to read indoors,",
      "  When the Moon hangs her crescent up on high;",
      "While on the window shutters the wind roars,",
      "  And storms like furies pass remorseless by.",
      "How pleasant on a feather bed to lie,",
      "  Or, sitting by the fire, in fancy soar",
      "With Dante or with Milton to regions high,",
      "  Or read fresh volumes we've not seen before,",
      "  Or oer old Burton's Melancholy pore."
    ],
    "linecount": "27"
  }
]