text_original: And the empty days are toilless, — So unlike the long ago ! Gone, the fire, the joy, the pride. Gone, the spirits' rush and flow, Gone, the life blood's surging tide,  Gone with days of long ago.
text_transcription: AND THE EMPTY DAYS ARE TOILLESS SO UNLIKE THE LONG AGO GONE THE FIRE THE JOY THE PRIDE GONE THE SPIRIT'S RUSH AND FLOW GONE THE LIFE'S BLOOD SURGING TIDE GONE WITH DAYS OF LONG AGO
phonemes: ænd ðɪ ˈɛmpti dˈeɪz ɑːɹ tˈɔɪlləs, — sˌoʊ ʌnlˈaɪk ðə lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ ! ɡˈɔn, ðə fˈaɪɚ, ðə dʒˈɔɪ, ðə pɹˈaɪd. ɡˈɔn, ðə spˈɪɹɪts ɹˈʌʃ ænd flˈoʊ, ɡˈɔn, ðə lˈaɪf blˈʌdz sˈɜːdʒɪŋ tˈaɪd,  ɡɔn wɪð dˈeɪz ʌv lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ.