text_original: Between a blurred sagacity That once had power to sound him, And Love, that will not let him be The Judas that she found him, Her pride assuages her almost, As if it were alone the cost.   He sees that he will not be lost, And waits and looks around him.
text_transcription: BETWEEN A BLURRED SAGACITY THAT ONCE HAD POWER TO SOUND HIM AND LOVE THAT WILL NOT LET HIM BE THE JUDAS THAT SHE FOUND HIM HER PRIDE ASSUAGES HER ALMOST AS IF IT WERE ALONE THE COST HE SEES THAT HE WILL NOT BE LOST AND WAITS AND LOOKS AROUND HIM
phonemes: bᵻtwˌiːn ɐ blˈɜːd səɡˈæsᵻɾi ðæt wˈʌns hæd pˈaʊɚ tə sˈaʊnd hˌɪm, ænd lˈʌv, ðæt wɪl nˌɑːt lˈɛt hˌɪm biː ðə dʒˈuːdəz ðæt ʃiː fˈaʊnd hˌɪm, hɜː pɹˈaɪd ɐswˈeɪdʒᵻz hɜːɹ ˈɔːlmoʊst, æz ɪf ɪt wɜːɹ ɐlˈoʊn ðə kˈɔst.   hiː sˈiːz ðæt hiː wɪl nˌɑːt biː lˈɔst, ænd wˈeɪts ænd lˈʊks ɚɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm.