text_original: From gifts of heart she turned away, — None brought the love she sought ; She held in scorn the earthly clay, From which those hearts were wrought. And yet, and yet, as years go on, Till their revenge is due, Will dreams outlived grow cold and wan, Will clay grow warm and true
text_transcription: FROM GIFTS OF HEART SHE TURNED AWAY NONE BROUGHT THE LOVE SHE SOUGHT SHE HELD IN SCORN THE EARTHLY CLAY FROM WHICH THOSE HEARTS WERE WROUGHT AND YET AND YET AS YEARS GO ON TILL THEIR REVENGE IS DUE WILL DREAMS OUTLIVED GROW COLD AND WAN WILL CLAY GROW WARM AND TRUE
phonemes: fɹʌm ɡˈɪfts ʌv hˈɑːɹt ʃiː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ, — nˈʌn bɹˈɔːt ðə lˈʌv ʃiː sˈɔːt ; ʃiː hˈɛld ɪn skˈɔːɹn ðɪ ˈɜːθli klˈeɪ, fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ ðoʊz hˈɑːɹts wɜː ɹˈɔːt. ænd jˈɛt, ænd jˈɛt, æz jˈɪɹz ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, tˈɪl ðɛɹ ɹᵻvˈɛndʒ ɪz dˈuː, wɪl dɹˈiːmz aʊtlˈɪvd ɡɹˈoʊ kˈoʊld ænd wˈæn, wɪl klˈeɪ ɡɹˈoʊ wˈɔːɹm ænd tɹˈuː