text_original: She with young unwakened senses, Within her cabin on the Alpine field Her simple homely life commences, Her little world therein concealed. And I, God's hate flung o'er me, Had not enough, to thrust The stubborn rocks before me And strike them into dust
text_transcription: SHE WITH YOUNG UNAWAKENED SENSES WITHIN HER CABIN ON THE ALPINE FIELD HER SIMPLE HOMELY LIFE COMMENCES HER LITTLE WORLD THEREIN CONCEALED AND I GOD'S HATE FLUNG OVER ME HAD NOT ENOUGH TO THRUST THE STUBBORN ROCKS BEFORE ME AND STRIKE THEM INTO DUST
phonemes: ʃiː wɪð jˈʌŋ ʌnwˈeɪkənd sˈɛnsᵻz, wɪðˌɪn hɜː kˈæbɪn ɔnðɪ ˈælpaɪn fˈiːld hɜː sˈɪmpəl hˈoʊmli lˈaɪf kəmˈɛnsᵻz, hɜː lˈɪɾəl wˈɜːld ðɛɹˈɪn kənsˈiːld. ænd ˈaɪ, ɡˈɑːdz hˈeɪt flˈʌŋ ˈɔːɹ mˌiː, hæd nˌɑːt ɪnˈʌf, tə θɹˈʌst ðə stˈʌbɚn ɹˈɑːks bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː ænd stɹˈaɪk ðˌɛm ˌɪntʊ dˈʌst