text_original: 67 WHERE THE FAR LIGHTS BURNT. Ah ! love, so sweet and patient and fond, I wandered far from thy sight. For I said to myself that the world beyond Was a garden of rich delight.
text_transcription: THE FAR LIGHTS BURNT AH LOVE SO SWEET AND PATIENT AND FOND I WANDERED FAR FROM THY SIGHT FOR I SAID TO MYSELF THAT THE WORLD BEYOND WAS A GARDEN OF RICH DELIGHT
phonemes: sˈɪksti sˈɛvən wˌɛɹ ðə fˈɑːɹ lˈaɪts bˈɜːnt. ˈɑː ! lˈʌv, sˌoʊ swˈiːt ænd pˈeɪʃənt ænd fˈɑːnd, aɪ wˈɔndɚd fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm ðˌaɪ sˈaɪt. fɔːɹ aɪ sˈɛd tə maɪsˈɛlf ðætðə wˈɜːld bᵻjˌɔnd wʌzɐ ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv ɹˈɪtʃ dᵻlˈaɪt.