text_original: VII Sweetly and more sweetly still Cradle in your arms my head, My fevered eyes and forehead wearied; Sweetly and more sweetly still Kiss my lips and say Words made sweeter at each break of day When uttered by your voice: That you are given to me and that I love you still.
text_transcription: VEN SWEETLY AND MORE SWEETLY STILL CRADLE IN YOUR ARMS MY HEAD MY FEVERED EYES AND FOREHEAD WEARIED SWEETLY AND MORE SWEETLY STILL KISS MY LIPS AND SAY WORDS MADE SWEETER AT EACH BREAK OF DAY WHEN UTTERED BY YOUR VOICE THAT YOU ARE GIVEN TO ME AND THAT I LOVE YOU STILL
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən swˈiːtli ænd mˈɔːɹ swˈiːtli stˈɪl kɹˈeɪdəl ɪn jʊɹ ˈɑːɹmz maɪ hˈɛd, maɪ fˈiːvɚd ˈaɪz ænd fˈɔːɹhɛd wˈɪɹid; swˈiːtli ænd mˈɔːɹ swˈiːtli stˈɪl kˈɪs maɪ lˈɪps ænd sˈeɪ wˈɜːdz mˌeɪd swˈiːɾɚɹ æɾ ˈiːtʃ bɹˈeɪk ʌv dˈeɪ wɛn ˈʌɾɚd baɪ jʊɹ vˈɔɪs: ðæt juː ɑːɹ ɡˈɪvən tə mˌiː ænd ðæt aɪ lˈʌv juː stˈɪl.