text_original: VIII I have given all my heart to thee As simply as a child Giving a dewy flower, fresh and wild; I pressed it to my lips and gave it thee   I broke the flower's stem with burning hand; Speak not, for words may hurt; but with thine eyes Speak to my soul that it may understand.
text_transcription: THEE I HAVE GIVEN ALL MY HEART TO THEE AS SIMPLY AS A CHILD GIVING A DEWY FLOWER FRESH AND WILD I PRESSED IT TO MY LIPS AND GAVE IT THEE I BROKE THE FLOWER'S STEM WITH BURNING HAND SPEAK NOT FOR WORDS MAY HURT BUT WITH THINE EYES SPEAK TO MY SOUL THAT IT MAY UNDERSTAND
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪt aɪ hæv ɡˈɪvən ˈɔːl maɪ hˈɑːɹt tə ðiː æz sˈɪmpli æz ɐ tʃˈaɪld ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɐ dˈuːi flˈaʊɚ, fɹˈɛʃ ænd wˈaɪld; aɪ pɹˈɛst ɪt tə maɪ lˈɪps ænd ɡˈeɪv ɪt ðiː aɪ bɹˈoʊk ðə flˈaʊɚz stˈɛm wɪð bˈɜːnɪŋ hˈænd; spˈiːk nˈɑːt, fɔːɹ wˈɜːdz mˈeɪ hˈɜːt; bˌʌt wɪð ðaɪn ˈaɪz spˈiːk tə maɪ sˈoʊl ðˌɐɾɪt mˈeɪ ˌʌndɚstˈænd.