text_original: [28] Vigils UNLEARNING When I was young my heart was old, My heart was rich and very wise : Now all its wisdom has been told And all its wealth is fairy gold And all its joy futilities. 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: BY SONYA UNLEARNING WHEN I WAS YOUNG MY HEART WAS OLD MY HEART WAS RICH AND VERY WISE NOW ALL ITS WISDOM HAS BEEN TOLD AND ALL ITS WEALTH IS FAIRY GOLD AND ALL ITS JOY FUTILITIES 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: [twˈɛnti ˈeɪt] vˈɪdʒɪlz ʌnlˈɜːnɪŋ wɛn aɪ wʌz jˈʌŋ maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʌz ˈoʊld, maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʌz ɹˈɪtʃ ænd vˈɛɹi wˈaɪz : nˈaʊ ˈɔːl ɪts wˈɪzdəm hˈæzbiːn tˈoʊld ænd ˈɔːl ɪts wˈɛlθ ɪz fˈɛɹi ɡˈoʊld ænd ˈɔːl ɪts dʒˈɔɪ fjuːtˈɪlᵻɾiz. 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."