text_original: Around thy playful lips did glitter Heat lightnings of a girlish scorn; Harmless they were, for nothing bitter In thy dear heart was ever born   That merry heart that could not lie Within its warm nest quietly, But ever from each full, dark eye Was looking kindly night and morn.
text_transcription: AROUND THY PLAYFUL LIPS DID GLITTER HEAT LIGHTNINGS OF A GIRLISH SCORN HARMLESS THEY WERE FOR NOTHING BITTER IN THY DEAR HEART WAS EVER BORN THAT MERRY HEART THAT COULD NOT LIE WITHIN ITS WARM NEST QUIETLY BUT EVER FROM EACH FULL DARK EYE WAS LOOKING KINDLY NIGHT AND MORN
phonemes: ɚɹˈaʊnd ðˌaɪ plˈeɪfəl lˈɪps dˈɪd ɡlˈɪɾɚ hˈiːt lˈaɪtnɪŋz əvə ɡˈɜːlɪʃ skˈɔːɹn; hˈɑːɹmləs ðeɪ wɜː, fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ bˈɪɾɚɹ ɪn ðˌaɪ dˈɪɹ hˈɑːɹt wʌz ˈɛvɚ bˈɔːɹn ðæt mˈɛɹi hˈɑːɹt ðæt kʊd nˌɑːt lˈaɪ wɪðˌɪn ɪts wˈɔːɹm nˈɛst kwˈaɪətli, bˌʌt ˈɛvɚ fɹʌm ˈiːtʃ fˈʊl, dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪ wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ kˈaɪndli nˈaɪt ænd mˈɔːɹn.