text_original: That it may be a cloud by day, And in the night a shaft of fire. A Prayer Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.
text_transcription: A PRAYER BY SARAH TEASDALE DREADFULLY PROVOKED AT ORK BY SONYA A PRAYER UNTIL I LOSE MY SOUL AND LIE BLIND TO THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH DEAF THOUGH SHOUTING WIND GOES BY DUMB IN THE STORM OF MIRTH UNTIL MY HEART IS QUENCHED AT LENGTH AND I HAVE LEFT THE LAND OF MAN OH LET ME LOVE WITH ALL MY STRENGTH CARELESS IF I AM LOVED AGAIN
phonemes: ðˌɐɾɪt mˈeɪ biː ɐ klˈaʊd baɪ dˈeɪ, ænd ɪnðə nˈaɪt ɐ ʃˈæft ʌv fˈaɪɚ. ɐ pɹˈɛɹ ʌntˈɪl aɪ lˈuːz maɪ sˈoʊl ænd lˈaɪ blˈaɪnd tə ðə bjˈuːɾi ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ, dˈɛf ðˌoʊ ʃˈaʊɾɪŋ wˈɪnd ɡoʊz bˈaɪ, dˈʌm ɪn ɐ stˈɔːɹm ʌv mˈɜːθ; ʌntˈɪl maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz kwˈɛntʃt æt lˈɛŋθ ænd aɪ hæv lˈɛft ðə lˈænd ʌv mˈɛn, ˈoʊ, lˈɛt mˌiː lˈʌv wɪð ˈɔːl maɪ stɹˈɛŋθ kˈɛɹləs ɪf aɪɐm lˈʌvd ɐɡˈɛn.