text_original: Yes, hold me closer, closer; let me rest My head, content, above thy throbbing heart. Struggle and bay of laurel are the world's; But this, my own dear Love, the better part! Fame and Ambition  lo! do not they burn With all the lurid light and gleam of earth? Love, silent and benign, an influence sheds, And heralds forth in life a higher birth!
text_transcription: YES HOLD ME CLOSER CLOSER LET ME REST MY HEAD CONTENT ABOVE THY THROBBING HEART STRUGGLE AND BAY OF LAUREL ARE THE WORLDS BUT THIS MY OWN DEAR LOVE THE BETTER PART FAME AND AMBITION LO DO NOT THEY BURN WITH ALL THE LURID LIGHT AND GLEAM OF EARTH LOVE SILENT AND BENIGN AN INFLUENCE SHEDS AND HERALDS FORTH IN LIFE A HIGHER BIRTH
phonemes: jˈɛs, hˈoʊld mˌiː klˈoʊsɚ, klˈoʊsɚ; lˈɛt mˌiː ɹˈɛst maɪ hˈɛd, kˈɑːntɛnt, əbˌʌv ðˌaɪ θɹˈɑːbɪŋ hˈɑːɹt. stɹˈʌɡəl ænd bˈeɪ ʌv lˈɔːɹəl ɑːɹ ðə wˈɜːldz; bˌʌt ðˈɪs, maɪ ˈoʊn dˈɪɹ lˈʌv, ðə bˈɛɾɚ pˈɑːɹt! fˈeɪm ænd æmbˈɪʃən lˈoʊ! duːnˌɑːt ðeɪ bˈɜːn wɪð ˈɔːl ðə lˈʊɹɹɪd lˈaɪt ænd ɡlˈiːm ʌv ˈɜːθ? lˈʌv, sˈaɪlənt ænd bᵻnˈaɪn, ɐn ˈɪnfluːəns ʃˈɛdz, ænd hˈɛɹəldz fˈɔːɹθ ɪn lˈaɪf ɐ hˈaɪɚ bˈɜːθ!