text_original: There is a noontide in our lives, Which still the sooner it arrives, Although we boast our winter sun looks bright, And foolishly are glad to see it at its height, Yet so much sooner comes the long and gloomy night.
text_transcription: THERE IS A NOONTIDE IN OUR LIVES WHICH STILL THE SOONER IT ARRIVES ALTHOUGH WE BOAST OUR WINTER SUN LOOKS BRIGHT AND FOOLISHLY ARE GLAD TO SEE IT AT ITS HEIGHT YET SO MUCH SOONER COMES THE LONG AND GLOOMY NIGHT
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ nˈuːntaɪd ɪn ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪvz, wˌɪtʃ stˈɪl ðə sˈuːnɚɹ ɪɾ ɚɹˈaɪvz, ɔːlðˈoʊ wiː bˈoʊst ˌaʊɚ wˈɪntɚ sˈʌn lˈʊks bɹˈaɪt, ænd fˈuːlɪʃli ɑːɹ ɡlˈæd tə sˈiː ɪɾ æɾ ɪts hˈaɪt, jˈɛt sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ sˈuːnɚ kˈʌmz ðə lˈɔŋ ænd ɡlˈuːmi nˈaɪt.