text_original: _ Heavy to make the pale face sad, And dark, but dead as though it had Been forged by God most wonderfully _Beata mea Domina!_ Of some strange metal, thread by thread, To stand out from my lady's head, Not moving much to tangle me. _Beata mea Domina!
text_transcription: HEAVY TO MAKE THE PALE FACE SAD AND DARK BUT DEAD AS THOUGH IT HAD BEEN FORGED BY GOD MOST WONDERFULLY BEATA MEA DOMINA OF SOME STRANGE METAL THREAD BY THREAD TO STAND OUT FROM MY LADY'S HEAD NOT MOVING MUCH TO TANGLE ME BEAT A MEA DOMINA
phonemes: hˈɛvi tə mˌeɪk ðə pˈeɪl fˈeɪs sˈæd, ænd dˈɑːɹk, bˌʌt dˈɛd æz ðˌoʊ ɪt hɐdbɪn fˈɔːɹdʒd baɪ ɡˈɑːd mˈoʊst wˈʌndɚfəli bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!ʌv sˌʌm stɹˈeɪndʒ mˈɛɾəl, θɹˈɛd baɪ θɹˈɛd, tə stˈænd ˈaʊt fɹʌm maɪ lˈeɪdiz hˈɛd, nˌɑːt mˈuːvɪŋ mˈʌtʃ tə tˈæŋɡəl mˌiː. bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!