text_original: A balm for anguish past, Rest to the long unrest which smiles did hide ; The recognitions thirsted for in vain, And still by life denied. A nearness, all unknown While in these stifling, prisoning bodies pent, Unto thy soul and mine, beloved, made one At last in full content.
text_transcription: A BALM FOR ANGUISH PAST REST TO THE LONG UNREST WHICH SMILES DID HIDE THE RECOGNITIONS THIRSTED FOR IN VAIN AND STILL BY LIFE DENIED A NEARNESS ALL UNKNOWN WHILE IN THESE STIFLING PRISONING BODIES PENT UNTO THY SOUL AND MINE BELOVED MADE ONE AT LAST IN FULL CONTENT
phonemes: ɐ bˈɑːm fɔːɹ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ pˈæst, ɹˈɛst tə ðə lˈɔŋ ʌnɹˈɛst wˌɪtʃ smˈaɪlz dˈɪd hˈaɪd ; ðə ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃənz θˈɜːstᵻd fɔːɹ ɪn vˈeɪn, ænd stˈɪl baɪ lˈaɪf dᵻnˈaɪd. ɐ nˈɪɹnəs, ˈɔːl ʌnnˈoʊn wˌaɪl ɪn ðiːz stˈaɪflɪŋ, pɹˈɪzənɪŋ bˈɑːdiz pˈɛnt, ˌʌntʊ ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl ænd mˈaɪn, bᵻlˈʌvd, mˌeɪd wˈʌn æt lˈæst ɪn fˈʊl kˈɑːntɛnt.