text_original: But perhaps, perhaps, there is loss with the gain. When lives so closely touch ; And 't is hardly meant in this world of pain, That hearts should love overmuch." 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.
text_transcription: BUT PERHAPS PERHAPS THERE IS LOSS WITH THE GAIN WHEN LIVES SO CLOSELY TOUCH AND TIS HARDLY MEANT IN THIS WORLD OF PAIN THAT HEARTS SHOULD LOVE TOO MUCH 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
phonemes: bˌʌt pɚhˈæps, pɚhˈæps, ðɛɹ ɪz lˈɔs wɪððə ɡˈeɪn. wˌɛn lˈaɪvz sˌoʊ klˈoʊsli tˈʌtʃ ; ænd tˈiː ɪz hˈɑːɹdli mˈɛnt ɪn ðɪs wˈɜːld ʌv pˈeɪn, ðæt hˈɑːɹts ʃˌʊd lˈʌv ˌoʊvɚmˈʌtʃ." 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.