text_original: If I turn back each leaflet of my heart, And let your eyes scan all the records there, Of dreams of love that came before I KNEW, Though in those dreams you had no place or part, Yet, know that each emotion was a stair Which led my ripening womanhood to YOU.
text_transcription: IF I TURN BACK EACH LEAFLET OF MY HEART AND LET YOUR EYES SCAN ALL THE RECORDS THERE OF DREAMS OF LOVE THAT CAME BEFORE I KNEW THOUGH IN THOSE DREAMS YOU HAD NO PLACE OR PART YET KNOW THAT EACH EMOTION WAS A STARE WHICH LED MY RIPENING WOMANHOOD TO YOU
phonemes: ɪf aɪ tˈɜːn bˈæk ˈiːtʃ lˈiːflɪt ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ænd lˈɛt jʊɹ ˈaɪz skˈæn ˈɔːl ðə ɹˈɛkɚdz ðˈɛɹ, ʌv dɹˈiːmz ʌv lˈʌv ðæt kˈeɪm bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ nˈuː, ðˌoʊ ɪn ðoʊz dɹˈiːmz juː hæd nˈoʊ plˈeɪs ɔːɹ pˈɑːɹt, jˈɛt, nˈoʊ ðæt ˈiːtʃ ɪmˈoʊʃən wʌzɐ stˈɛɹ wˌɪtʃ lˈɛd maɪ ɹˈaɪpənɪŋ wˈʊmənhˌʊd tə juː.