text_original: I saw you wholly to my mind On Saturday—even one who shrined All that was best of womankind. As wing clipt sea gull for the sea On Sunday night I longed for thee, Without whom life were waste to me!
text_transcription: I SAW YOU WHOLLY TO MY MIND ON SATURDAY EVEN ONE WHO SHRINED ALL THAT WAS BEST OF WOMANKIND AS WING CLIPPED SEAGULL FOR THE SEA ON SUNDAY NIGHT I LONGED FOR THEE WITHOUT WHOM LIFE WERE WASTE TO ME
phonemes: aɪ sˈɔː juː hˈoʊli tə maɪ mˈaɪnd ˌɔn sˈæɾɚdˌeɪ—ˈiːvən wˈʌn hˌuː ʃɹˈaɪnd ˈɔːl ðæt wʌz bˈɛst ʌv wˈʊməŋkˌaɪnd. æz wˈɪŋ klˈɪpt sˈiː ɡˈʌl fɚðə sˈiː ˌɔn sˈʌndeɪ nˈaɪt aɪ lˈɔŋd fɔːɹ ðˈiː, wɪðˌaʊt hˈuːm lˈaɪf wɜː wˈeɪst tə mˌiː!