text_original: 156 A PLEA. " It was but a moment, — the hurt and the loss — For ever I loved you well ; But how could I fight with the stars in their course, With their mad and their wanton spell ? " For the stars they made from the earth's light dust A heart that should wander and stray.
text_transcription: A PLEA IT WAS BUT A MOMENT THE HURT AND THE LOSS FOR EVER I LOVED YOU WELL BUT HOW COULD I FIGHT WITH THE STARS IN THEIR COURSE WITH THEIR MAD AND THEIR WANTON SPELL FOR THE STARS THEY MADE FROM THE EARTH'S LIGHT DUST A HEART THAT SHOULD WANDER AND STRAY
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti sˈɪks ɐ plˈiː. " ɪt wʌz bˌʌt ɐ mˈoʊmənt, — ðə hˈɜːt ænd ðə lˈɔs — fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚɹ aɪ lˈʌvd juː wˈɛl ; bˌʌt hˌaʊ kʊd aɪ fˈaɪt wɪððə stˈɑːɹz ɪn ðɛɹ kˈɔːɹs, wɪð ðɛɹ mˈæd ænd ðɛɹ wˈɔntən spˈɛl ? " fɚðə stˈɑːɹz ðeɪ mˌeɪd fɹʌmðɪ ˈɜːθz lˈaɪt dˈʌst ɐ hˈɑːɹt ðæt ʃˌʊd wˈɔndɚ ænd stɹˈeɪ.