text_original: I see you asleep and unpassioned, White faced in the dusk of your hair   Your beauty so fleetingly fashioned That it filled me once with despair To look on its exquisite transience And think that our love and thought and laughter Puff out with the death of our flickering sense, While we pass ever on and away Towards some blank hereafter.
text_transcription: I SEE YOU ASLEEP AND UNPASSIONED WHITE FACED IN THE DUSK OF YOUR HAIR YOUR BEAUTY SO FLEETINGLY FASHIONED THAT IT FILLED ME ONCE WITH DESPAIR TO LOOK ON ITS EXQUISITE TRANSIENCE AND THINK THAT OUR LOVE AND THOUGHT AND LAUGHTER PUFF OUT WITH THE DEATH OF OUR FLICKERING SENSE WHILE WE PASS EVER ON AND AWAY TOWARDS SOME BLANK HEREAFTER
phonemes: aɪ sˈiː juː ɐslˈiːp ænd ʌnpˈæʃənd, wˈaɪt fˈeɪsd ɪnðə dˈʌsk ʌv jʊɹ hˈɛɹ jʊɹ bjˈuːɾi sˌoʊ flˈiːɾɪŋli fˈæʃənd ðˌɐɾɪt fˈɪld mˌiː wˈʌns wɪð dᵻspˈɛɹ tə lˈʊk ˌɔn ɪts ɛkskwˈɪsɪt tɹˈænsiəns ænd θˈɪŋk ðæt ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv ænd θˈɔːt ænd lˈæftɚ pˈʌf ˈaʊt wɪððə dˈɛθ ʌv ˌaʊɚ flˈɪkɚɹɪŋ sˈɛns, wˌaɪl wiː pˈæs ˈɛvɚɹ ˌɔn ænd ɐwˈeɪ təwˈɔːɹdz sˌʌm blˈæŋk hɪɹˈæftɚ.