text_original: 138 A SMALL STRAY PART. Thou great strong sea, fast locked in dreams, Clouds journeying to and fro, And tender blue the stars come through, — I can but love ye so ! Ye take possession of my heart, And all my life renew ; Like grain of dust, I grow a part, A small stray part in you.
text_transcription: A SMALL STRAY PART THOU GREAT STRONG SEA FAST LOCKED IN DREAMS CLOUDS JOURNEYING TO AND FRO AND TENDER BLUE THE STARS COME THROUGH I CAN BUT LOVE YE SO YE TAKE POSSESSION OF MY HEART AND ALL MY LIFE RENEW LIKE GRAIN OF DUST I GROW APART A SMALL STRAY PART IN YOU
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt ɐ smˈɔːl stɹˈeɪ pˈɑːɹt. ðˈaʊ ɡɹˈeɪt stɹˈɔŋ sˈiː, fˈæst lˈɑːkt ɪn dɹˈiːmz, klˈaʊdz dʒˈɜːniɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ, ænd tˈɛndɚ blˈuː ðə stˈɑːɹz kˈʌm θɹˈuː, — aɪ kæn bˌʌt lˈʌv jiː sˈoʊ ! jiː tˈeɪk pəzˈɛʃən ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ænd ˈɔːl maɪ lˈaɪf ɹᵻnˈuː ; lˈaɪk ɡɹˈeɪn ʌv dˈʌst, aɪ ɡɹˈoʊ ɐ pˈɑːɹt, ɐ smˈɔːl stɹˈeɪ pˈɑːɹt ɪn juː.