text_original: Little sad heart, come close, so close to mine, And know the utmost limits of the will Of all the worlds, till soft thy heart divine A joy which can encompass grief like thine; Hide in my breast, and let faint pulses thrill, For youth is love, and love is great and still, Little sad heart.
text_transcription: LITTLE SAD HEART COME CLOSE SO CLOSE TO MINE AND KNOW THE UTMOST LIMITS OF THE WILL OF ALL THE WORLDS TILL SOFT THY HEART DIVINE A JOY WHICH CAN ENCOMPASS GRIEF LIKE THINE HIDE IN MY BREAST AND LET FAINT PULSES THRILL FOR YOUTH IS LOVE AND LOVE IS GREAT AND STILL LITTLE SAD HEART
phonemes: lˈɪɾəl sˈæd hˈɑːɹt, kˈʌm klˈoʊs, sˌoʊ klˈoʊs tə mˈaɪn, ænd nˈoʊ ðɪ ˈʌtmoʊst lˈɪmɪts ʌvðə wɪl ʌv ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːldz, tˈɪl sˈɔft ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt dᵻvˈaɪn ɐ dʒˈɔɪ wˌɪtʃ kæn ɛŋkˈʌmpəs ɡɹˈiːf lˈaɪk ðˈaɪn; hˈaɪd ɪn maɪ bɹˈɛst, ænd lˈɛt fˈeɪnt pˈʌlsᵻz θɹˈɪl, fɔːɹ jˈuːθ ɪz lˈʌv, ænd lˈʌv ɪz ɡɹˈeɪt ænd stˈɪl, lˈɪɾəl sˈæd hˈɑːɹt.