text_original: And letters still came,  shorter, sadder, more strong, Writ now but in one hand. "I was not to faint. One loved me for two ... would be with me ere long: And 'Viva Italia' he died for, our saint, Who forbids our complaint."
text_transcription: AND LETTERS STILL CAME SHORTER SADDER MORE STRONG WRIT NOW BUT IN ONE HAND I WAS NOT TOO FAINT ONE LOVED ME FOR TWO WOULD BE WITH ME ERE LONG AND VITALIA HE DIED FOR OUR SAINT WHO FORBIDS OUR COMPLAINT
phonemes: ænd lˈɛɾɚz stˈɪl kˈeɪm,  ʃˈɔːɹɾɚ, sˈædɚ, mˈɔːɹ stɹˈɔŋ, ɹˈɪt nˈaʊ bˌʌt ɪn wˈʌn hˈænd. "aɪ wʌz nˌɑːt tə fˈeɪnt. wˈʌn lˈʌvd mˌiː fɔːɹ tˈuː ... wʊd biː wɪð mˌiː ˈɛɹ lˈɔŋ: ænd vˈiːvə ɪtˈæliə hiː dˈaɪd fɔːɹ, ˌaʊɚ sˈeɪnt, hˌuː fɚbˈɪdz ˌaʊɚ kəmplˈeɪnt."