text_original: ^' Oh mine," she said, " is the heart that loves, But once with a perfect trust ; That never can change, but still loves on. Till all things turn to dust ; And such as it is, 't is yours to take, To have and to hurt, if you must."
text_transcription: O MINE SHE SAID IS THE HEART THAT LOVES BUT ONCE WITH A PERFECT TRUST THAT NEVER CAN CHANGE BUT STILL LOVES ON TILL ALL THINGS TURN TO DUST AND SUCH AS IT IS TIS YOURS TO TAKE TO HAVE AND TO HURT IF YOU MUST
phonemes: ˈoʊ mˈaɪn," ʃiː sˈɛd, " ɪz ðə hˈɑːɹt ðæt lˈʌvz, bˌʌt wˈʌns wɪð ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt tɹˈʌst ; ðæt nˈɛvɚ kæn tʃˈeɪndʒ, bˌʌt stˈɪl lˈʌvz ˈɔn. tˈɪl ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz tˈɜːn tə dˈʌst ; ænd sˈʌtʃ ɐz ɪɾ ˈɪz, tˈiː ɪz jˈɔːɹz tə tˈeɪk, tə hæv ænd tə hˈɜːt, ɪf juː mˈʌst."