text_original: And I do lift my aching arms to you, And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, And I do weep for very pain of you, And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
text_transcription: AND I DO LIFT MY ACHING ARMS TO YOU AND I DO LIFT MY ANGUISHED AVID BREAST AND I DO WEEP FOR VERY PAIN OF YOU AND FLING MYSELF AT THE DOORS OF SLEEP FOR REST
phonemes: ænd aɪ dˈuː lˈɪft maɪ ˈeɪkɪŋ ˈɑːɹmz tə juː, ænd aɪ dˈuː lˈɪft maɪ ˈæŋɡwɪʃt, ˈævɪd bɹˈɛst, ænd aɪ dˈuː wˈiːp fɔːɹ vˈɛɹi pˈeɪn ʌv juː, ænd flˈɪŋ maɪsˈɛlf æt ðə dˈɔːɹz ʌv slˈiːp, fɔːɹ ɹˈɛst.