text_original: Yea, on my living heart, (That slumbered 'neath its veil of seeming death), Thou tracest characters full bold and deep, And breathest now with life inspiring breath! Thus was Love born! To me, who deemed it cast Behind me!
text_transcription: YEA ON MY LIVING HEART THAT SLUMBERED NEATH ITS VEIL OF SEEMING DEATH THOU TRACEST CHARACTERS FULL BOLD AND DEEP AND BREATHEST NOW WITH LIFE INSPIRING BREATH THUS WAS LOVE BORN TO ME WHO DEEMED IT CAST BEHIND ME
phonemes: jˈeɪ, ˌɔn maɪ lˈɪvɪŋ hˈɑːɹt, (ðæt slˈʌmbɚd nˈiːθ ɪts vˈeɪl ʌv sˈiːmɪŋ dˈɛθ), ðˈaʊ tɹˈeɪsɪst kˈæɹɪktɚz fˈʊl bˈoʊld ænd dˈiːp, ænd bɹˈiːðɪst nˈaʊ wɪð lˈaɪf ɪnspˈaɪɚɹɪŋ bɹˈɛθ! ðˈʌs wʌz lˈʌv bˈɔːɹn! tə mˌiː, hˌuː dˈiːmd ɪt kˈæst bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː!