text_original: Shall I win my way to the unknown shore ? 204 IN BORDERLAND. For strange deep longings move us, As betwixt the two we stand, And share in the mystic meetings And partings in borderland ; When day and night so gently Touch hands, and fall apart, Like those in life forbidden, Heart should be one with heart.
text_transcription: SHALL I WIN MY WAY TO THE UNKNOWN SHORE IN BORDERLAND FOR STRANGE DEEP LONGINGS MOVE US AS BETWIXT THE TWO WE STAND AND SHARE IN THE MYSTIC MEETINGS AND PARTINGS IN BORDERLAND WHEN DAY AND NIGHT SO GENTLY TOUCH HANDS AND FALL APART LIKE THOSE IN LIFE FORBIDDEN HEART SHOULD BE WON WITH HEART
phonemes: ʃˌæl aɪ wˈɪn maɪ wˈeɪ tə ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn ʃˈɔːɹ ? tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹ ɪn bˈɔːɹdɚlənd. fɔːɹ stɹˈeɪndʒ dˈiːp lˈɔŋɪŋz mˈuːv ˌʌs, æz bᵻtwˈɪkst ðə tˈuː wiː stˈænd, ænd ʃˈɛɹ ɪnðə mˈɪstɪk mˈiːɾɪŋz ænd pˈɑːɹɾɪŋz ɪn bˈɔːɹdɚlənd ; wˌɛn dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt sˌoʊ dʒˈɛntli tˈʌtʃ hˈændz, ænd fˈɔːl ɐpˈɑːɹt, lˈaɪk ðoʊz ɪn lˈaɪf fɚbˈɪdən, hˈɑːɹt ʃˌʊd biː wˈʌn wɪð hˈɑːɹt.