SECOND POEM Child, I will give you rings to wear, And, if you love them, dainty dresses, Flowers for your bosom and your hair, And, if you love them, fond caresses;   And I will give you of my days, And I will leave, when you require it, My dreams, my books, my wonted ways, Content if only you desire it.   Love's captive, now his fugitive, All this I give you, for my part. I ask but what I cannot give, I ask no more than this: your heart. TRASCRIPTION... tʃaɪld, ˈaɪ wəl ˈgɪv ˈjuː ˈrɪŋz tə ˈwer, ənd ˈɪf ˈjuː ˈləv ðəm, ˈdeɪntiː ˈdresɪz, ˈflæʊrz fər jər ˈbʊzəm ənd jər ˈher, ənd ˈɪf ˈjuː ˈləv ðəm, ˈfɑnd kəˈresɪz; ənd ˈaɪ wəl ˈgɪv ˈjuː əv ˈmaɪ ˈdeɪz, ənd ˈaɪ wəl ˈliːv, ˈwen ˈjuː rɪˈkwaɪr ˈɪt, ˈmaɪ ˈdriːmz, ˈmaɪ ˈbʊks, ˈmaɪ ˈwɔntəd ˈweɪz, kənˈtent ˈɪf ˈoʊnliː ˈjuː dɪˈzaɪr ˈɪt.  ˈkæptɪv, ˈnæʊ (h)ɪz ˈfjuːdʒətɪv, ˈɔl ˈðɪs ˈaɪ ˈgɪv ˈjuː, fər ˈmaɪ ˈpɑrt. ˈaɪ ˈæsk ˈbət ˈwɑt ˈaɪ ˈkænɑt ˈgɪv, ˈaɪ ˈæsk ˈnoʊ ˈmɔr ðən ˈðɪs: jər ˈhɑrt. ...