[
  {
    "title": "Work Without Hope",
    "author": "Samuel Coleridge",
    "lines": [
      "All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—",
      "The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—",
      "And Winter slumbering in the open air,",
      "Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!",
      "And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,",
      "Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.",
      "",
      "Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,",
      "Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.",
      "Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,",
      "For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!",
      "With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:",
      "And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?",
      "Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,",
      "And Hope without an object cannot live.",
      "",
      "(composed 21st February 1825)"
    ],
    "linecount": "15"
  }
]