text_original: Within my breast I felt a wild, sick pain, The garden reeled a little, I was weak, And quick he came behind me, caught my arms, That ached beneath his touch; and then I swayed, My head fell backward and I saw his face.
text_transcription: WITHIN MY BREAST I FELT A WILD SICK PAIN THE GARDEN REELED A LITTLE I WAS WEAK AND QUICK HE CAME BEHIND ME CAUGHT MY ARMS THAT ACHED BENEATH HIS TOUCH AND THEN I SWAYED MY HEAD FELL BACKWARD AND I SAW HIS FACE
phonemes: wɪðˌɪn maɪ bɹˈɛst aɪ fˈɛlt ɐ wˈaɪld, sˈɪk pˈeɪn, ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ɹˈiːld ɐ lˈɪɾəl, aɪ wʌz wˈiːk, ænd kwˈɪk hiː kˈeɪm bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː, kˈɔːt maɪ ˈɑːɹmz, ðæt ˈeɪkt bᵻnˌiːθ hɪz tˈʌtʃ; ænd ðˈɛn aɪ swˈeɪd, maɪ hˈɛd fˈɛl bˈækwɚd ænd aɪ sˈɔː hɪz fˈeɪs.