text_original: My heart grows faint with longing and with love As in the twilight comes thy well loved face; And closer, closer drawn by threads that bind Thee to me, all our tender joys I trace.
text_transcription: MY HEART GROWS FAINT WITH LONGING AND WITH LOVE AS IN THE TWILIGHT COMES THY WELL LOVED FACE AND CLOSER CLOSER DRAWN BY THREADS THAT BIND THEE TO ME ALL OUR TENDER JOYS I TRACE
phonemes: maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɡɹˈoʊz fˈeɪnt wɪð lˈɔŋɪŋ ænd wɪð lˈʌv æz ɪnðə twˈaɪlaɪt kˈʌmz ðˌaɪ wˈɛl lˈʌvd fˈeɪs; ænd klˈoʊsɚ, klˈoʊsɚ dɹˈɔːn baɪ θɹˈɛdz ðæt bˈaɪnd ðiː tə mˌiː, ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ tˈɛndɚ dʒˈɔɪz aɪ tɹˈeɪs.