text_original: yield small relief, Seem rather to renew my grief, My wounds bleed all anew: For every stroke goes to my heart And at each lash I feel the smart Of lash laid on by you.
text_transcription: YIEL SMALL RELIEF SEEM RATHER TO RENEW MY GRIEF MY WOUNDS BLEED ALL ANEW FOR EVERY STROKE GOES TO MY HEART AND AT EACH LASH I FEEL THE SMART OF LASH LAID ON BY YO
phonemes: jˈiːld smˈɔːl ɹᵻlˈiːf, sˈiːm ɹˈæðɚ tə ɹᵻnˈuː maɪ ɡɹˈiːf, maɪ wˈuːndz blˈiːd ˈɔːl ɐnˈuː: fɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi stɹˈoʊk ɡoʊz tə maɪ hˈɑːɹt ænd æɾ ˈiːtʃ lˈæʃ aɪ fˈiːl ðə smˈɑːɹt ʌv lˈæʃ lˈeɪd ˈɔn baɪ juː.