Случайное стихотворение

{
  "data": {
    "author": "Walt Whitman",
    "line_count": "40",
    "lines": [
      "THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,",
      "(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?",
      "And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)",
      "Collecting, I traverse the garden, the world—but soon I pass the gates,",
      "Now along the pond-side—now wading in a little, fearing not the wet,",
      "Now by the post-and-rail fences, where the old stones thrown there, pick’d from the",
      "  fields,",
      "  have accumulated,",
      "(Wild-flowers and vines and weeds come up through the stones, and partly cover",
      "    them—Beyond",
      "  these I pass,)",
      "Far, far in the forest, before I think where I go,",
      "Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and then in the silence,",
      "Alone I had thought—yet soon a troop gathers around me,",
      "Some walk by my side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck,",
      "They, the spirits of dear friends, dead or alive—thicker they come, a great crowd,",
      "    and I",
      "  in the",
      "  middle,",
      "Collecting, dispensing, singing in spring, there I wander with them,",
      "Plucking something for tokens—tossing toward whoever is near me;",
      "Here! lilac, with a branch of pine,",
      "Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull’d off a live-oak in Florida, as it",
      "    hung",
      "  trailing",
      "  down,",
      "Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,",
      "And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pondside,",
      "(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me—and returns again, never to separate",
      "    from",
      "  me,",
      "And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comrades—this Calamus-root shall,",
      "Interchange it, youths, with each other! Let none render it back!)",
      "And twigs of maple, and a bunch of wild orange, and chestnut,",
      "And stems of currants, and plum-blows, and the aromatic cedar:",
      "These, I, compass’d around by a thick cloud of spirits,",
      "Wandering, point to, or touch as I pass, or throw them loosely from me,",
      "Indicating to each one what he shall have—giving something to each;",
      "But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,",
      "I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I myself am capable of loving."
    ],
    "title": "These, I, Singing in Spring."
  },
  "success": true
}