text_original: For the young are light, and I never had learnt To know the false from the true. But my feet were drawn where the far lights burnt With their wonder strange and new. 68 And now how bitter to heart is the taste, And gone are the folly and pride, And I save what I can from the years of waste, And stand once more at thy side.
text_transcription: FOR THE YOUNG ARE LIGHT AND I NEVER HAD LEARNT TO KNOW THE FALSE FROM THE TRUE AND MY FEET WERE DRAWN WHERE THE FAR LIGHTS BURNT WITH THEIR WONDER STRANGE AND NEW AND NOW HOW BITTER TO HEART IS THE TASTE AND GONE ARE THE FOLLY AND PRIDE AND I SAVE WHAT I CAN FROM THE YEARS OF WASTE AND STAND ONCE MORE AT THY SIDE
phonemes: fɚðə jˈʌŋ ɑːɹ lˈaɪt, ænd aɪ nˈɛvɚ hæd lˈɜːnt tə nˈoʊ ðə fˈɔls fɹʌmðə tɹˈuː. bˌʌt maɪ fˈiːt wɜː dɹˈɔːn wˌɛɹ ðə fˈɑːɹ lˈaɪts bˈɜːnt wɪð ðɛɹ wˈʌndɚ stɹˈeɪndʒ ænd nˈuː. sˈɪksti ˈeɪt ænd nˈaʊ hˌaʊ bˈɪɾɚ tə hˈɑːɹt ɪz ðə tˈeɪst, ænd ɡɔn ɑːɹ ðə fˈɑːli ænd pɹˈaɪd, ænd aɪ sˈeɪv wʌt aɪ kæn fɹʌmðə jˈɪɹz ʌv wˈeɪst, ænd stˈænd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ æt ðˌaɪ sˈaɪd.