text_original: Never a thought of me Troubles her soft repose ; Courant of mine may be Lilv nor rose. 424 FORESHADOWINGS They may not bear to her This heart's fond prayer to her, Yet — she is mine.
text_transcription: NEVER A THOUGHT OF ME TROUBLES HER SOFT REPOSE CURRENT OF MINE MAY BE LILY NOR ROSE THEY MAY NOT BEAR TO HER THIS HEART'S FOND PRAYER TO HER YET SHE IS MINE
phonemes: nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ θˈɔːt ʌv mˌiː tɹˈʌbəlz hɜː sˈɔft ɹᵻpˈoʊz ; kʊɹˈɑːnt ʌv mˈaɪn mˈeɪ biː lˈɪlv nˈɔːɹ ɹˈoʊz. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ fɔːɹʃˈædoʊɪŋz ðeɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ tə hɜː ðɪs hˈɑːɹts fˈɑːnd pɹˈɛɹ tə hɜː, jˈɛt — ʃiː ɪz mˈaɪn.