text_original: I will not  Ah, but should he come to night I think my life might break thro' very bliss, This little will should so be torn apart That all my soul might fail in golden light And let me die  So do I long for this. Ah, love, thine eyes!
text_transcription: I WILL NOT AH BUT SHOULD HE COME TO NIGHT I THINK MY LIFE MIGHT BREAK THROUGH VERY BLISS THIS LITTLE WILL SHOULD BE SO TORN APART THAT ALL MY SOUL MIGHT FAIL IN GOLDEN LIGHT AND LET ME DIE SO DO I LONG FOR THIS AH LOVE THINE EYES
phonemes: aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt ˈɑː, bˌʌt ʃˌʊd hiː kˈʌm tə nˈaɪt aɪ θˈɪŋk maɪ lˈaɪf mˌaɪt bɹˈeɪk θɹˈoʊ vˈɛɹi blˈɪs, ðɪs lˈɪɾəl wɪl ʃˌʊd sˌoʊ biː tˈɔːɹn ɐpˈɑːɹt ðæt ˈɔːl maɪ sˈoʊl mˌaɪt fˈeɪl ɪn ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪt ænd lˈɛt mˌiː dˈaɪ sˌoʊ dˈuː aɪ lˈɔŋ fɔːɹ ðˈɪs. ˈɑː, lˈʌv, ðaɪn ˈaɪz!