text_original: He searched for the trace of a pictured face, He watched each missive come, And a note that seemed like a love line Made him look frozen and glum. He dogged my feet to the city street, He followed me to the sea, But not to the neighbouring churchyard Did he dream of following me.
text_transcription: HE SEARCHED FOR THE TRACE OF A PICTURED FACE HE WATCHED EACH MISSIVE COME AND A NOTE THAT SEEMED LIKE A LOVE LINE MADE HIM LOOK FROZEN AND GLUM HE DOGGED MY FEET TO THE CITY STREET HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE SEA BUT NOT TO THE NEIGHBOURING CHURCHYARD DID HE DREAM OF FOLLOWING ME
phonemes: hiː sˈɜːtʃt fɚðə tɹˈeɪs əvə pˈɪktʃɚd fˈeɪs, hiː wˈɑːtʃt ˈiːtʃ mˈɪsɪv kˈʌm, ænd ɐ nˈoʊt ðæt sˈiːmd lˈaɪk ɐ lˈʌv lˈaɪn mˌeɪd hˌɪm lˈʊk fɹˈoʊzən ænd ɡlˈʌm. hiː dˈɑːɡᵻd maɪ fˈiːt tə ðə sˈɪɾi stɹˈiːt, hiː fˈɑːloʊd mˌiː tə ðə sˈiː, bˌʌt nˌɑːt tə ðə nˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ tʃˈɜːtʃjɑːɹd dˈɪd hiː dɹˈiːm ʌv fˈɑːloʊɪŋ mˌiː.