text_original: My heart would say, when I was young, "It would be well to grieve no more. The griefs you sing had all been sung Before you learned your mother tongue, And all your tears been shed before."
text_transcription: MY HEART WOULD SAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG IT WOULD BE WELL TO GRIEVE NO MORE THE GRIEFS YOU SING HAD ALL BEEN SUNG BEFORE YOU LEARNT YOUR MOTHER TONGUE AND ALL YOUR TEARS BEEN SHED BEFORE
phonemes: maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʊd sˈeɪ, wˌɛn aɪ wʌz jˈʌŋ, "ɪt wʊd biː wˈɛl tə ɡɹˈiːv nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. ðə ɡɹˈiːfs juː sˈɪŋ hæd ˈɔːl bˌɪn sˈʌŋ bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː lˈɜːnd jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ tˈʌŋ, ænd ˈɔːl jʊɹ tˈɪɹz bˌɪn ʃˈɛd bᵻfˈɔːɹ."