text_original: And the crimson light changed to daffodil   To ashen gray, but they stood there still, And high o'er the west shone the evening star As still he pictured that home afar   "The peace and the bliss our own at last When this dreary parting all is past, When my heart's dear love, you come to me In that fairer land beyond the sea."
text_transcription: AND THE CRIMSON LIGHT CHANGED TO DAFFODIL TO ASHEN GREY BUT THEY STOOD THERE STILL AND HIGH O'ER THE WEST SHONE THE EVENING STAR AS HE PICTURED THAT HOME AFAR THE PEACE AND BLISS ARE OWN AT LAST WHEN THIS DREARY PARTING ALL IS PAST WHEN MY HEART'S DEAR LOVE YOU COME TO ME IN THAT FAIRER LAND BEYOND THE SEA
phonemes: ænd ðə kɹˈɪmsən lˈaɪt tʃˈeɪndʒd tə dˈæfədˌɪl tʊ ˈæʃən ɡɹˈeɪ, bˌʌt ðeɪ stˈʊd ðɛɹ stˈɪl, ænd hˈaɪ ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈɛst ʃˈɑːn ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ æz stˈɪl hiː pˈɪktʃɚd ðæt hˈoʊm ɐfˈɑːɹ   "ðə pˈiːs ænd ðə blˈɪs ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn æt lˈæst wɛn ðɪs dɹˈɪɹi pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ˈɔːl ɪz pˈæst, wˌɛn maɪ hˈɑːɹts dˈɪɹ lˈʌv, juː kˈʌm tə mˌiː ɪn ðæt fˈɛɹɚ lˈænd bᵻjˌɔnd ðə sˈiː."