text_original: Nay, though my eyes grieve for the way we went, Peace shall attend my heart and love shall steep My passionate soul in waters of content ; No more enamoured of my lady Sleep 133 THE LAST SERENADE I shall explore in tranquil wakefulness My love's own universe ; her little hands, Her eyes, her lips, are all my loveliness, And these are all my heritable lands.
text_transcription: NAY THOUGH MY EYES GRIEVE FOR THE WAY WE WENT PEACE SHALL ATTEND MY HEART AND LOVE SHALL STEEP MY PASSIONATE SOUL IN WATERS OF CONTENT NO MORE ENAMOURED OF MY LADY'S SLEEP I SHALL EXPLORE IN TRANQUIL WAKEFULNESS MY LOVE'S OWN UNIVERSE HER LITTLE HANDS HER EYES HER LIPS ARE ALL MY LOVELINESS AND THESE ARE ALL MY HARRITABLE LANDS
phonemes: nˈeɪ, ðˌoʊ maɪ ˈaɪz ɡɹˈiːv fɚðə wˈeɪ wiː wˈɛnt, pˈiːs ʃˌæl ɐtˈɛnd maɪ hˈɑːɹt ænd lˈʌv ʃˌæl stˈiːp maɪ pˈæʃənət sˈoʊl ɪn wˈɔːɾɚz ʌv kˈɑːntɛnt ; nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɪnˈæmɚd ʌv maɪ lˈeɪdi slˈiːp wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː ðə lˈæst sˌɛɹənˈeɪd aɪʃˌɐl ɛksplˈɔːɹ ɪn tɹˈæŋkwɪl wˈeɪkfəlnəs maɪ lˈʌvz ˈoʊn jˈuːnɪvˌɜːs ; hɜː lˈɪɾəl hˈændz, hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, hɜː lˈɪps, ɑːɹ ˈɔːl maɪ lˈʌvlinəs, ænd ðiːz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl maɪ hˈɛɹɪɾəbəl lˈændz.