text_original: I laid a love that was dead or dying, For the year to bury and hide from sight; But out of a trance will it waken, crying, And push to my heart, like a leaf to the light?
text_transcription: I LAID A LOVE THAT WAS DEAD OR DYING FOR THE YEAR TO BURY AND HIDE FROM SIGHT BUT OUT OF A TRANCE WILL IT WAKEN CRYING AND PUSH TO MY HEART LIKE A LEAF TO THE LIGHT
phonemes: aɪ lˈeɪd ɐ lˈʌv ðæt wʌz dˈɛd ɔːɹ dˈaɪɪŋ, fɚðə jˈɪɹ tə bˈɛɹi ænd hˈaɪd fɹʌm sˈaɪt; bˌʌt ˌaʊɾəv ɐ tɹˈæns wɪl ɪt wˈeɪkən, kɹˈaɪɪŋ, ænd pˈʊʃ tə maɪ hˈɑːɹt, lˈaɪk ɐ lˈiːf tə ðə lˈaɪt?