text_original: But now I am happy, knowing That swift time is our friend, And that our love's passionate glowing, Though it turn ash in the end, Is a rose of fire that must blossom its way Through temporal stuff, nor else could be More than a nothing.
text_transcription: BUT NOW I AM HAPPY KNOWING THAT SWIFT TIME IS OUR FRIEND AND THAT OUR LOVE'S PASSIONATE GLOWING THOUGH IT TURN ASH IN THE END IS A ROSE OF FIRE THAT MUST BLOSSOM ITS WAY THROUGH TEMPORAL STUFF NOR ELSE COULD BE MORE THAN A NOTHING
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ aɪɐm hˈæpi, nˈoʊɪŋ ðæt swˈɪft tˈaɪm ɪz ˌaʊɚ fɹˈɛnd, ænd ðæt ˌaʊɚ lˈʌvz pˈæʃənət ɡlˈoʊɪŋ, ðˌoʊ ɪt tˈɜːn ˈæʃ ɪnðɪ ˈɛnd, ɪz ɐ ɹˈoʊz ʌv fˈaɪɚ ðæt mˈʌst blˈɔsəm ɪts wˈeɪ θɹuː tˈɛmpɚɹəl stˈʌf, nˈɔːɹ ˈɛls kʊd biː mˈɔːɹ ðˌænə nˈʌθɪŋ.