text_original: How yet I dare not pray that thou and I Again may dwell together as of old ? There is a gate between us, locked and barred. Over which we may not climb ; and standing nigh Is the white angel Sorrow, who doth hold The only key that may unlock its ward
text_transcription: HOW YET I DARE NOT PRAY THAT THOU AND I MAY AGAIN DWELL TOGETHER AS OF OLD THERE IS A GATE BETWEEN US LOCKED AND BARRED OVER WHICH WE MAY NOT CLIMB AND STANDING NIGH IS THE WHITE ANGEL SORROW WHO DOTH HOLD THE ONLY KEY THAT MAY UNLOCK ITS WARD
phonemes: hˌaʊ jˈɛt aɪ dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt pɹˈeɪ ðæt ðˈaʊ ænd aɪ ɐɡˈɛn mˈeɪ dwˈɛl təɡˌɛðɚɹ æz ʌv ˈoʊld ? ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ ɡˈeɪt bᵻtwˈiːn ˌʌs, lˈɑːkt ænd bˈɑːɹd. ˌoʊvɚ wˌɪtʃ wiː mˈeɪ nˌɑːt klˈaɪm ; ænd stˈændɪŋ nˈaɪ ɪz ðə wˈaɪt ˈeɪndʒəl sˈɑːɹoʊ, hˌuː dʌθ hˈoʊld ðɪ ˈoʊnli kˈiː ðæt mˈeɪ ʌnlˈɑːk ɪts wˈɔːɹd