text_original: And now, despite her luxury, she's faded, Gone is the bloom that was so fresh and bright; She has the dark rimmed eye, the countenance jaded, Of one who watches with the sick at night.
text_transcription: AND NOW DESPITE HER LUXURY SHE'S FADED GONE IS THE BLOOM THAT WAS SO FRESH AND BRIGHT SHE HAS THE DARK RIMMED EYE THE COUNTENANCE JADED OF ONE WHO WATCHES WITH THE SICK AT NIGHT
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ, dᵻspˈaɪt hɜː lˈʌkʃɚɹi, ʃiːz fˈeɪdᵻd, ɡɔn ɪz ðə blˈuːm ðæt wʌz sˌoʊ fɹˈɛʃ ænd bɹˈaɪt; ʃiː hɐz ðə dˈɑːɹk ɹˈɪmd ˈaɪ, ðə kˈaʊntənəns dʒˈeɪdᵻd, ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː wˈɑːtʃᵻz wɪððə sˈɪk æt nˈaɪt.