text_original: But when with morn's departing beam Goes youth's last precious minute, We sigh "'Twas but a fevered dream— There's nothing in it."
text_transcription: BUT WHEN WITH MORN'S DEPARTING BEAM GOES YOUTH'S LAST PRECIOUS MINUTE WE SIGH TWAS BUT A FEVERED DREAM THERE'S NOTHING IN IT
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn wɪð mˈɔːɹnz dᵻpˈɑːɹɾɪŋ bˈiːm ɡoʊz jˈuːθz lˈæst pɹˈɛʃəs mˈɪnɪt, wiː sˈaɪ "twˈɑːz bˌʌt ɐ fˈiːvɚd dɹˈiːm— ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ ɪn ɪt."