text_original: 121 WAS IT WORTH NO MORE ? " Was love of mine not true enough, Was I not all to thee, To laugh and to weep, to wake and to sleep, Just as thy mood might be ; " And this fruit of the years, that had grown and grown, Was it worth no more than this, — To cast it away in a single day. For the sake of your light love's kiss
text_transcription: WAS IT WORTH NO MORE WAS LOVE OF MINE NOT TRUE ENOUGH WAS I NOT ALL TO THEE TO LAUGH AND TO WEEP TO WAKE AND TO SLEEP JUST AS THY MOOD MIGHT BE AND THIS FRUIT OF THE YEARS THAT HAD GROWN AND GROWN WAS IT WORTH NO MORE THAN THIS TO CAST IT AWAY IN A SINGLE DAY FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR LIGHT LOVE'S KISS
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti wˈʌn wʌz ˌaɪtˈiː wˈɜːθ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ? " wʌz lˈʌv ʌv mˈaɪn nˌɑːt tɹˈuː ɪnˈʌf, wʌz aɪ nˌɑːt ˈɔːl tə ðˈiː, tə lˈæf ænd tə wˈiːp, tə wˈeɪk ænd tə slˈiːp, dʒˈʌst æz ðˌaɪ mˈuːd mˌaɪt bˈiː ; " ænd ðɪs fɹˈuːt ʌvðə jˈɪɹz, ðæt hæd ɡɹˈoʊn ænd ɡɹˈoʊn, wʌz ɪt wˈɜːθ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɐn ðˈɪs, — tə kˈæst ɪɾ ɐwˈeɪ ɪn ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl dˈeɪ. fɚðə sˈeɪk ʌv jʊɹ lˈaɪt lˈʌvz kˈɪs