text_original: Such seem'd her eyes, as when an evening ray Gives glad farewell to a tempestuous day; Weak is the beam to dry up Nature's tears, Still every tree the pendent sorrow wears; Such are the smiles where drops of crystal show Approaching joy at strife with parting woe.
text_transcription: SUCH SEEMED HER EYES AS WHEN AN EVENING RAY GIVES GLAD FAREWELL TO A TEMPESTUOUS DAY WEAK IS THE BEAM TO DRY UP NATURE'S TEARS STILL EVERY TREE THE PENDENT SORROW WEARS SUCH ARE THE SMILES WHERE DROPS OF CRYSTAL SHOW APPROACHING JOY AT STRIFE WITH PARTING WOE
phonemes: sˈʌtʃ sˈiːmd hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, æz wɛn ɐn ˈiːvnɪŋ ɹˈeɪ ɡˈɪvz ɡlˈæd fɛɹwˈɛl tʊ ɐ tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs dˈeɪ; wˈiːk ɪz ðə bˈiːm tə dɹˈaɪ ˌʌp nˈeɪtʃɚz tˈɪɹz, stˈɪl ˈɛvɹi tɹˈiː ðə pˈɛndənt sˈɑːɹoʊ wˈɛɹz; sˈʌtʃ ɑːɹ ðə smˈaɪlz wˌɛɹ dɹˈɑːps ʌv kɹˈɪstəl ʃˈoʊ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ dʒˈɔɪ æt stɹˈaɪf wɪð pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ wˈoʊ.