text_original: STUDIES FOR TWO HEADS. I. Some sort of heart I know is hers,   I chanced to feel her pulse one night; A brain she has that never errs, And yet is never nobly right; It does not leap to great results, But in some corner out of sight, Suspects a spot of latent blight, And, o'er the impatient infinite, She bargains, haggles, and consults.
text_transcription: STUDIES FOR TWO HEADS ONE SOME SORT OF HEART I KNOW IS HERS I CHANCED TO FEEL HER PULSE ONE NIGHT A BRAIN SHE HAS THAT NEVER AIRS AND YET IS NEVER NOBLY RIGHT IT DOES NOT LEAP TO GREAT RESULTS BUT IN SOME CORNER OUT OF SIGHT SUSPECTS A SPOT OF LATENT BLIGHT AND OVER THE IMPATIENT INFINITE SHE BARGAINS HAGGARDS AND CONSULTS
phonemes: stˈʌdiz fɔːɹ tˈuː hˈɛdz. ˈaɪ. sˌʌm sˈɔːɹt ʌv hˈɑːɹt aɪ nˈoʊ ɪz hˈɜːz,   aɪ tʃˈænst tə fˈiːl hɜː pˈʌls wˈʌn nˈaɪt; ɐ bɹˈeɪn ʃiː hɐz ðæt nˈɛvɚɹ ˈɛɹz, ænd jˈɛt ɪz nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊbli ɹˈaɪt; ɪt dʌznˌɑːt lˈiːp tə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹɪzˈʌlts, bˌʌt ɪn sˌʌm kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ˌaʊɾəv sˈaɪt, sˈʌspɛkts ɐ spˈɑːt ʌv lˈeɪtənt blˈaɪt, ænd, ˈɔːɹ ðɪ ɪmpˈeɪʃənt ˈɪnfɪnət, ʃiː bˈɑːɹɡɪnz, hˈæɡəlz, ænd kənsˈʌlts.