text_original: _ Beneath her brows the lids fall slow. The lashes a clear shadow throw Where I would wish my lips to be. _Beata mea Domina!_ Her great eyes, standing far apart, Draw up some memory from her heart, And gaze out very mournfully; _Beata mea Domina!
text_transcription: BENEATH HER BROWS THE LIDS FALL SLOW THE LASHES A CLEAR SHADOW THROW WHERE I WOULD WISH MY LIPS TO BE PIATA MEA DOMINA HER GREAT EYES STANDING FAR APART DRAW UP SOME MEMORY FROM HER HEART AND GAZE OUT VERY MOURNFULLY PIATA MEA DOMINA
phonemes: bᵻnˌiːθ hɜː bɹˈaʊz ðə lˈɪdz fˈɔːl slˈoʊ. ðə lˈæʃᵻz ɐ klˈɪɹ ʃˈædoʊ θɹˈoʊ wˌɛɹ aɪ wʊd wˈɪʃ maɪ lˈɪps tə bˈiː. bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!hɜː ɡɹˈeɪt ˈaɪz, stˈændɪŋ fˈɑːɹ ɐpˈɑːɹt, dɹˈɔː ˌʌp sˌʌm mˈɛmɚɹi fɹʌm hɜː hˈɑːɹt, ænd ɡˈeɪz ˈaʊt vˈɛɹi mˈɔːɹnfəli; bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!