text_original: Oh ! take me safe to your arms at last, — I 've lived through the bitter worst ; And the pain and the shame and the wrong are past, That hurt like hunger and thirst. I bore it, love, though my heart should break, With my foot against the wall, Through the long long years, for the sweet day's sake, That to day shall mend it all. Ill THE HANDS OF THE DIAL.
text_transcription: OH TAKE ME SAFE TO YOUR ARMS AT LAST I'VE LIVED THROUGH THE BITTER WORST AND THE PAIN AND THE SHAME AND THE WRONG ARE PAST THAT HURT LIKE HUNGER AND THIRST I BORE IT LOVE THOUGH MY HEART SHOULD BREAK WITH MY FOOT AGAINST THE WALL THROUGH THE LONG LONG YEARS FOR THE SWEET DAY'S SAKE THAT TO DAY SHALL MEND IT ALL THE HANDS ON THE DIAL
phonemes: ˈoʊ ! tˈeɪk mˌiː sˈeɪf tə jʊɹ ˈɑːɹmz æt lˈæst, — aɪ vˈiː lˈɪvd θɹuː ðə bˈɪɾɚ wˈɜːst ; ænd ðə pˈeɪn ænd ðə ʃˈeɪm ænd ðə ɹˈɔŋ ɑːɹ pˈæst, ðæt hˈɜːt lˈaɪk hˈʌŋɡɚ ænd θˈɜːst. aɪ bˈɔːɹ ɪt, lˈʌv, ðˌoʊ maɪ hˈɑːɹt ʃˌʊd bɹˈeɪk, wɪð maɪ fˈʊt ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɔːl, θɹuː ðə lˈɔŋ lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz, fɚðə swˈiːt dˈeɪz sˈeɪk, ðæt tə dˈeɪ ʃˌæl mˈɛnd ɪɾ ˈɔːl. ˈɪl ðə hˈændz ʌvðə dˈaɪəl.