text_original: But my heart still kept a misgiving, And whispered of sorrow to be — That the clouds would come stealing between us. To trouble my dream and me.
text_transcription: BUT MY HEART STILL KEPT A MISGIVING AND WHISPERED OF SORROW TO BE THAT THE CLOUDS WOULD COME STEALING BETWEEN US TO TROUBLE MY DREAM AND ME
phonemes: bˌʌt maɪ hˈɑːɹt stˈɪl kˈɛpt ɐ mɪsɡˈɪvɪŋ, ænd wˈɪspɚd ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ tə bˈiː — ðætðə klˈaʊdz wʊd kˈʌm stˈiːlɪŋ bᵻtwˈiːn ˌʌs. tə tɹˈʌbəl maɪ dɹˈiːm ænd mˌiː.