text_original: Then suddenly I take my way to you, With such a tenderness and love that sweep Into my midmost being That it seems my thought has travelled through   To bring you joy of reawakening   All the leafy umbrage of your sleep. And when I come to you within the house, That shade and silence still possess, hear My ardent kisses, fresh And clear, Sing you a morning song through meadows of the flesh.
text_transcription: THEN SUDDENLY I TAKE MY WAY TO YOU WITH SUCH A TENDERNESS AND LOVE THAT SWEEP INTO MY MIDMOST BEING THAT IT SEEMS MY THOUGHT HAS TRAVELLED THROUGH TO BRING YOU JOY OF REAWAKENING ALL THE LEAFY UMBRAGE OF YOUR SLEEP AND WHEN I COME TO YOU WITHIN THE HOUSE THAT SHADE AND SILENCE STILL POSSESS HEAR MY ARDENT KISSES FRESH AND CLEAR SING YOU A MORNING SONG THROUGH MEADOWS OF THE FLESH
phonemes: ðˈɛn sˈʌdənli aɪ tˈeɪk maɪ wˈeɪ tə juː, wɪð sˈʌtʃ ɐ tˈɛndɚnəs ænd lˈʌv ðæt swˈiːp ˌɪntʊ maɪ mˈɪdmoʊst bˌiːɪŋ ðˌɐɾɪt sˈiːmz maɪ θˈɔːt hɐz tɹˈævəld θɹuː tə bɹˈɪŋ juː dʒˈɔɪ ʌv ɹˈiːweɪkənɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə lˈiːfi ˈʌmbɹɪdʒ ʌv jʊɹ slˈiːp. ænd wɛn aɪ kˈʌm tə juː wɪðˌɪn ðə hˈaʊs, ðæt ʃˈeɪd ænd sˈaɪləns stˈɪl pəzˈɛs, hˈɪɹ maɪ ˈɑːɹdənt kˈɪsᵻz, fɹˈɛʃ ænd klˈɪɹ, sˈɪŋ juː ɐ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ sˈɔŋ θɹuː mˈɛdoʊz ʌvðə flˈɛʃ.