text_original: And yet it lingers, suffering and wailing, As sick hearts will that feed upon despair, And that lone watcher, unrelieved, is paling With vigils that no pitying soul can share.
text_transcription: AND YET IT LINGERS SUFFERING AND WAILING AS SICK HEARTS WILL THAT FEED UPON DESPAIR AND THAT LONE WATCHER UNRELIEVED IS PALING WITH VIGILS THAT NO PITYING SOUL CAN SHARE
phonemes: ænd jˈɛt ɪt lˈɪŋɡɚz, sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ ænd wˈeɪlɪŋ, æz sˈɪk hˈɑːɹts wɪl ðæt fˈiːd əpˌɑːn dᵻspˈɛɹ, ænd ðæt lˈoʊn wˈɑːtʃɚ, ˌʌnɹᵻlˈiːvd, ɪz pˈeɪlɪŋ wɪð vˈɪdʒɪlz ðæt nˈoʊ pˈɪɾiɪŋ sˈoʊl kæn ʃˈɛɹ.