[
  {
    "title": "Winter Heavens",
    "author": "George Meredith",
    "lines": [
      "Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive",
      "Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.",
      "It is a night to make the heavens our home",
      "More than the nest whereto apace we strive.",
      "Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive,",
      "In swarms outrushing from the golden comb.",
      "They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam:",
      "The living throb in me, the dead revive.",
      "Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath,",
      "Life glistens on the river of the death.",
      "It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt,",
      "Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs",
      "Of radiance, the radiance enrings:",
      "And this is the soul's haven to have felt."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]