text_original: And oh, that you had never, never been Some of your selves, my love, that some Of your several faces I had never seen! And still they come before me, and they go, And I cry aloud in the moments that intervene. And oh, my love, as I rock for you to night, And have not any longer any hope To heal the suffering, or make requite For all your life of asking and despair, I own that some of me is dead to night.
text_transcription: AND OH THAT YOU HAD NEVER NEVER BEEN SOME OF YOURSELVES MY LOVE THAT SOME OF YOUR SEVERAL FACES I HAD NEVER SEEN AND STILL THEY COME BEFORE ME AND THEY GO AND I CRY ALOUD IN THE MOMENTS THAT INTERVENE AND OH MY LOVE AS I ROCK FOR YOU TO NIGHT AND HAVE NOT ANY LONGER ANY HOPE TO HEAL THE SUFFERING OR MAKE REQUITE FOR ALL YOUR LIFE OF ASKING AND DESPAIR I OWN THAT SOME OF ME IS DEAD TO NIGHT
phonemes: ænd ˈoʊ, ðæt juː hæd nˈɛvɚ, nˈɛvɚ bˌɪn sˌʌm ʌv jʊɹ sˈɛlvz, maɪ lˈʌv, ðæt sˌʌm ʌv jʊɹ sˈɛvɹəl fˈeɪsᵻz aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ sˈiːn! ænd stˈɪl ðeɪ kˈʌm bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː, ænd ðeɪ ɡˈoʊ, ænd aɪ kɹˈaɪ ɐlˈaʊd ɪnðə mˈoʊmənts ðæt ˌɪntɚvˈiːn. ænd ˈoʊ, maɪ lˈʌv, æz aɪ ɹˈɑːk fɔːɹ juː tə nˈaɪt, ænd hɐvnˌɑːt ˌɛni lˈɔŋɡɚɹ ˌɛni hˈoʊp tə hˈiːl ðə sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ, ɔːɹ mˌeɪk ɹᵻkwˈaɪt fɔːɹ ˈɔːl jʊɹ lˈaɪf ʌv ˈæskɪŋ ænd dᵻspˈɛɹ, aɪ ˈoʊn ðæt sˌʌm ʌv mˌiː ɪz dˈɛd tə nˈaɪt.