text_original: _ Her great eyes, standing far apart, Draw up some memory from her heart, And gaze out very mournfully; _Beata mea Domina!_ So beautiful and kind they are, But most times looking out afar, Waiting for something, not for me.
text_transcription: HER GREAT EYES STANDING FAR APART DRAW UP SOME MEMORY FROM HER HEART AND GAZE OUT VERY MOURNFULLY PIATA MEA DOMINA SO BEAUTIFUL AND KIND THEY ARE BUT MOST TIMES LOOKING OUT AFAR WAITING FOR SOMETHING NOT FOR ME
phonemes: hɜː ɡɹˈeɪt ˈaɪz, stˈændɪŋ fˈɑːɹ ɐpˈɑːɹt, dɹˈɔː ˌʌp sˌʌm mˈɛmɚɹi fɹʌm hɜː hˈɑːɹt, ænd ɡˈeɪz ˈaʊt vˈɛɹi mˈɔːɹnfəli; bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!sˌoʊ bjˈuːɾifəl ænd kˈaɪnd ðeɪ ɑːɹ, bˌʌt mˈoʊst tˈaɪmz lˈʊkɪŋ ˈaʊt ɐfˈɑːɹ, wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ, nˌɑːt fɔːɹ mˌiː.