text_original: The instinct of a change we cannot prove, The pitiful tenderness, the sad too much, The sad too little, shown in look or touch, All these are wounding thorns of thorny love.
text_transcription: THE INSTINCT OF A CHANGE WE CANNOT PROVE THE PITIFUL TENDERNESS THE SAD TOO MUCH THE SAD TOO LITTLE SHOWN IN LOOK OR TOUCH ALL THESE ARE WOUNDING THORNS OF THORNY LOVE
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɪnstɪŋkt əvə tʃˈeɪndʒ wiː kænˈɑːt pɹˈuːv, ðə pˈɪɾifəl tˈɛndɚnəs, ðə sˈæd tˈuː mʌtʃ, ðə sˈæd tˈuː lˈɪɾəl, ʃˈoʊn ɪn lˈʊk ɔːɹ tˈʌtʃ, ˈɔːl ðiːz ɑːɹ wˈuːndɪŋ θˈɔːɹnz ʌv θˈɔːɹni lˈʌv.