text_original: Little sad soul, which ne'er can come to mine, So great in loneliness of grey despair, There is not one whose spirit may entwine With thee  the world looks on without a sign; Go  hide thy face within thy tossing hair, Thyself veil close with smiles, for none will care, Little sad soul.
text_transcription: LITTLE SAD SOUL WHICH NEVER CAN COME TO MINE SO GREAT IN LONELINESS OF GREY DESPAIR THERE IS NOT ONE WHOSE SPIRIT MAY ENTWINE WITH THEE THE WORLD LOOKS ON WITHOUT A SIGN GO HIDE THY FACE WITHIN THY TOSSING HAIR THYSELF VEIL CLOSE WITH SMILES FOR NONE WILL CARE LITTLE SAD SOUL
phonemes: lˈɪɾəl sˈæd sˈoʊl, wˌɪtʃ nˈɛɹ kæn kˈʌm tə mˈaɪn, sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt ɪn lˈoʊnlinəs ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ dᵻspˈɛɹ, ðɛɹ ɪz nˌɑːt wˈʌn hˌuːz spˈɪɹɪt mˈeɪ ɛntwˈaɪn wɪð ðiː ðə wˈɜːld lˈʊks ˌɔn wɪðˌaʊt ɐ sˈaɪn; ɡˌoʊ hˈaɪd ðˌaɪ fˈeɪs wɪðˌɪn ðˌaɪ tˈɔsɪŋ hˈɛɹ, ðaɪsˈɛlf vˈeɪl klˈoʊs wɪð smˈaɪlz, fɔːɹ nˈʌn wɪl kˈɛɹ, lˈɪɾəl sˈæd sˈoʊl.