text_original: " My love is but a lassie yet." Thy beloved one still delights in the green fields ; her tender neck cannot bear the yoke. Wait, and she will turn to thee — as — as the sunflower turns to the sun,' concluded G erald, having vainly sought a better comparison.
text_transcription: MY LOVE IS BUT A LASSIE YET THY BELOVED ONE STILL DELIGHTS IN THE GREEN FIELDS HER TENDER NECK CANNOT BEAR THE YOKE WAIT AND SHE WILL TURN TO THEE AS AS THE SUNFLOWER TURNS TO THE SUN CONCLUDED GERALD HAVING VAINLY SOUGHT A BETTER COMPARISON
phonemes: " maɪ lˈʌv ɪz bˌʌt ɐ lˈæsi jˈɛt." ðˌaɪ bᵻlˈʌvd wˈʌn stˈɪl dᵻlˈaɪts ɪnðə ɡɹˈiːn fˈiːldz ; hɜː tˈɛndɚ nˈɛk kænˈɑːt bˈɛɹ ðə jˈoʊk. wˈeɪt, ænd ʃiː wɪl tˈɜːn tə ðˈiː — æz — æz ðə sˈʌnflaʊɚ tˈɜːnz tə ðə sˈʌn,kəŋklˈuːdᵻd dʒˈiː ɪɹˈæld, hˌævɪŋ vˈeɪnli sˈɔːt ɐ bˈɛɾɚ kəmpˈæɹɪsən.