text_original: I'd like to speak a word with you, my timid blushing maid   Pausing at every step you take as if you were afraid! As if by instinct you foresaw the weeds of woe and strife, That grow up in the pathway of your unseen future life.
text_transcription: I'D LIKE TO SPEAK A WORD WITH YOU MY TIMID BLUSHING MAID PAUSING AT EVERY STEP YOU TAKE AS IF YOU WERE AFRAID AS IF BY INSTINCT YOU FORESAW THE WEEDS OF WOE AND STRIFE THAT GROW UP IN THE PATHWAY OF YOUR UNSEEN FUTURE LIFE
phonemes: aɪd lˈaɪk tə spˈiːk ɐ wˈɜːd wɪð juː, maɪ tˈɪmɪd blˈʌʃɪŋ mˈeɪd pˈɔːzɪŋ æɾ ˈɛvɹi stˈɛp juː tˈeɪk æz ɪf juː wɜːɹ ɐfɹˈeɪd! æz ɪf baɪ ˈɪnstɪŋkt juː fˈɔːɹsɔː ðə wˈiːdz ʌv wˈoʊ ænd stɹˈaɪf, ðæt ɡɹˈoʊ ˌʌp ɪnðə pˈæθweɪ ʌv jʊɹ ʌnsˈiːn fjˈuːtʃɚ lˈaɪf.