[
  {
    "title": "To the Moonbeam",
    "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley",
    "lines": [
      "Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,",
      "To bathe this burning brow.",
      "Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,",
      "As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale,",
      "Where humble wild-flowers grow?",
      "Is it to mimic me?",
      "But that can never be;",
      "For thine orb is bright,",
      "And the clouds are light,",
      "That at intervals shadow the star-studded night.",
      "",
      "Now all is deathy still on earth;",
      "Nature's tired frame reposes;",
      "And, ere the golden morning's birth",
      "Its radiant hues discloses,",
      "Flies forth its balmy breath.",
      "But mine is the midnight of Death,",
      "And Nature's morn",
      "To my bosom forlorn",
      "Brings but a gloomier night, implants a deadlier thorn.",
      "",
      "Wretch! Suppress the glare of madness",
      "Struggling in thine haggard eye,",
      "For the keenest throb of sadness,",
      "Pale Despair's most sickening sigh,",
      "Is but to mimic me;",
      "And this must ever be,",
      "When the twilight of care,",
      "And the night of despair,",
      "Seem in my breast but joys to the pangs that rankle there."
    ],
    "linecount": "28"
  }
]