text_original: 1 89 HUSKS. Ah ! the craving that fills the heart, Sense of emptiness, sense of loss, Never from touch of the world apart. Changing the handfuls of dross for dross. Ah ! to live the shadows among. Miss the touch of the infinite whole. Never to win to the heart within, Never be one with nature's soul.
text_transcription: HUSKS AH THE CRAVING THAT FILLS THE HEART SENSE OF EMPTINESS SENSE OF LOSS NEVER FROM TOUCH OF THE WORLD APART CHANGING THE HANDFULS OF DROSS FOR DROSS AH TO LIVE THE SHADOWS AMONG MISS THE TOUCH OF THE INFINITE WHOLE NEVER TO WIN TO THE HEART WITHIN NEVER BE WON WITH NATURE'S SOUL
phonemes: wˈʌn ˈeɪɾi nˈaɪn hˈʌsks. ˈɑː ! ðə kɹˈeɪvɪŋ ðæt fˈɪlz ðə hˈɑːɹt, sˈɛns ʌv ˈɛmptinəs, sˈɛns ʌv lˈɔs, nˈɛvɚ fɹʌm tˈʌtʃ ʌvðə wˈɜːld ɐpˈɑːɹt. tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ ðə hˈændfəlz ʌv dɹˈɔs fɔːɹ dɹˈɔs. ˈɑː ! tə lˈɪv ðə ʃˈædoʊz ɐmˈʌŋ. mˈɪs ðə tˈʌtʃ ʌvðɪ ˈɪnfɪnət hˈoʊl. nˈɛvɚ tə wˈɪn tə ðə hˈɑːɹt wɪðˈɪn, nˈɛvɚ biː wˈʌn wɪð nˈeɪtʃɚz sˈoʊl.