text_original: Ah me ! my love, what bitterness to say That thou without a word art gone away ! A narrow cell, a convent life austere, — These are your choice ; oh, misery to hear ! Now must I change my office, pleading so.
text_transcription: AH ME MY LOVE WHAT BITTERNESS TO SAY THAT THOU WITHOUT A WORD ART GONE AWAY A NARROW CELL A CONVENT LIFE AUSTERE THESE ARE YOUR CHOICE O MISERY TO HEAR NOW MUST I CHANGE MY OFFICE PLEADING SO
phonemes: ˈɑː mˌiː ! maɪ lˈʌv, wˌʌt bˈɪtɚnəs tə sˈeɪ ðæt ðˈaʊ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ wˈɜːd ˈɑːɹt ɡɔn ɐwˈeɪ ! ɐ nˈæɹoʊ sˈɛl, ɐ kˈɑːnvənt lˈaɪf ɔːstˈɪɹ, — ðiːz ɑːɹ jʊɹ tʃˈɔɪs ; ˈoʊ, mˈɪzɚɹi tə hˈɪɹ ! nˈaʊ mˈʌst aɪ tʃˈeɪndʒ maɪ ˈɑːfɪs, plˈiːdɪŋ sˈoʊ.