text_original: A WEEK ON Monday night I closed my door, And thought you were not as heretofore, And little cared if we met no more. I seemed on Tuesday night to trace Something beyond mere commonplace In your ideas, and heart, and face.
text_transcription: A WEEK ON MONDAY NIGHT I CLOSED MY DOOR AND THOUGHT YOU WERE NOT AS HERETOFORE AND LITTLE CARED IF WE MET NO MORE I SEEMED ON TUESDAY NIGHT TO TRACE SOMETHING BEYOND MERE COMMONPLACE IN YOUR IDEAS AND HEART AND FACE
phonemes: ɐ wˈiːk ˌɔn mˈʌndeɪ nˈaɪt aɪ klˈoʊzd maɪ dˈɔːɹ, ænd θˈɔːt juː wɜː nˌɑːt æz hˈɪɹtʊfˌɔːɹ, ænd lˈɪɾəl kˈɛɹd ɪf wiː mˈɛt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. aɪ sˈiːmd ˌɔn tˈuːzdeɪ nˈaɪt tə tɹˈeɪs sˈʌmθɪŋ bᵻjˌɔnd mˈɪɹ kˈɑːmənplˌeɪs ɪn jʊɹ aɪdˈiəz, ænd hˈɑːɹt, ænd fˈeɪs.