text_original: stay the hour with me ; I Ve thirsted so through day and night For sight and touch of thee." " Let go, dear heart, I may not stay, — The power is ebbing fast ; But love me still from day to day, Till three short years are past. " Then shall it end, the pain, the loss,  To thee my hands I '11 reach ; And lightly thou shalt step across. And each belong to each."
text_transcription: STAY THE HOUR WITH ME I'VE THIRSTED SO THROUGH DAY AND NIGHT FOR SIGHT AND TOUCH OF THEE LET GO DEAR HEART I MAY NOT STAY THE POWER IS EBBING FAST BUT LOVE ME STILL FROM DAY TO DAY TILL THREE SHORT YEARS ARE PAST THEN SHALL IT END THE PAIN THE LOSS TO THEE MY HANDS I'LL REA AND LIGHTLY THOU SHALT STEP ACROSS AND EACH BELONG TO EACH
phonemes: stˈeɪ ðɪ ˈaʊɚ wɪð mˌiː ; aɪ vˈiː θˈɜːstᵻd sˌoʊ θɹuː dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt fɔːɹ sˈaɪt ænd tˈʌtʃ ʌv ðˈiː." " lˈɛt ɡˈoʊ, dˈɪɹ hˈɑːɹt, aɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt stˈeɪ, — ðə pˈaʊɚɹ ɪz ˈɛbɪŋ fˈæst ; bˌʌt lˈʌv mˌiː stˈɪl fɹʌm dˈeɪ tə dˈeɪ, tˈɪl θɹˈiː ʃˈɔːɹt jˈɪɹz ɑːɹ pˈæst. " ðˈɛn ʃˌæl ɪɾ ˈɛnd, ðə pˈeɪn, ðə lˈɔs,  tə ðiː maɪ hˈændz aɪ ɪlˈɛvən ɹˈiːtʃ ; ænd lˈaɪtli ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt stˈɛp əkɹˈɑːs. ænd ˈiːtʃ bᵻlˈɔŋ tʊ ˈiːtʃ."