text_original: You bade him to weary you, never again With his idle love, in truth he was wise, For he spake no more, although in his eyes You read, you fancied, a language of pain.
text_transcription: YOU BADE HIM TO WEARY YOU NEVER AGAIN WITH HIS IDLE LOVE IN TRUTH HE WAS WISE FOR HE SPAKE NO MORE ALTHOUGH IN HIS EYES YOU READ YOU FANCIED A LANGUAGE OF PAIN
phonemes: juː bˈeɪd hˌɪm tə wˈɪɹi juː, nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn wɪð hɪz ˈaɪdəl lˈʌv, ɪn tɹˈuːθ hiː wʌz wˈaɪz, fɔːɹ hiː spˈeɪk nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, ɔːlðˈoʊ ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz juː ɹˈiːd, juː fˈænsid, ɐ lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ ʌv pˈeɪn.