text_original: I NEVER could read that sweet strange look, Or know what it meant to say ; 'T was a page to me in a close sealed book, — 'T will be to my dying day.
text_transcription: I NEVER COULD READ THAT SWEET STRANGE LOOK OR KNOW WHAT IT MEANT TO SAY TWAS A PAGE TO ME IN A CLOSE SEALED BOOK TWILL BE TO MY DYING DAY
phonemes: aɪ nˈɛvɚ kʊd ɹˈiːd ðæt swˈiːt stɹˈeɪndʒ lˈʊk, ɔːɹ nˈoʊ wʌt ɪt mˈɛnt tə sˈeɪ ; tˈiː wʌzɐ pˈeɪdʒ tə mˌiː ɪn ɐ klˈoʊs sˈiːld bˈʊk, — tˈiː wɪl biː tə maɪ dˈaɪɪŋ dˈeɪ.