text_original: 26 A SECRET OF NATURE. There 's a youth who leans at a window, And looks o'er sea and sky, And his soul is filled with sweetness, — 'T were hardly pain to die. There 's a maid who leans at a window, No lover or loved one is nigh. And her heart is drawn from her bosom, — But she could not tell you why.
text_transcription: A SECRET OF NATURE THERE'S A YOUTH WHO LEANS AT A WINDOW AND LOOKS O'ER SEA AND SKY AND HIS SOUL IS FILLED WITH SWEETNESS TWERE HARDLY PAIN TO DIE THERE'S A MAID WHO LEANS AT A WINDOW NO LOVER OR LOVED ONE IS NIGH AND HER HEART IS DRAWN FROM HER BOSOM BUT SHE COULD NOT TELL YOU WHY
phonemes: twˈɛnti sˈɪks ɐ sˈiːkɹᵻt ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. ðɛɹ ˈɛs ɐ jˈuːθ hˌuː lˈiːnz æɾə wˈɪndoʊ, ænd lˈʊks ˈɔːɹ sˈiː ænd skˈaɪ, ænd hɪz sˈoʊl ɪz fˈɪld wɪð swˈiːtnəs, — tˈiː wɜː hˈɑːɹdli pˈeɪn tə dˈaɪ. ðɛɹ ˈɛs ɐ mˈeɪd hˌuː lˈiːnz æɾə wˈɪndoʊ, nˈoʊ lˈʌvɚ ɔːɹ lˈʌvd wˈʌn ɪz nˈaɪ. ænd hɜː hˈɑːɹt ɪz dɹˈɔːn fɹʌm hɜː bˈʊzəm, — bˌʌt ʃiː kʊd nˌɑːt tˈɛl juː wˈaɪ.