text_original: I have shed full many a tear, I have wrestled oft in prayer   But ye do not come again; How could anything so dear, How could anything so fair, Vanish like the summer rain? No, no, it cannot be, But ye are still with me! And yet, O! where art thou, Childhood, with sunny brow And floating hair? Where art thou hiding now?
text_transcription: I HAVE SHED FULL MANY A TEAR I HAVE WRESTLED OFT IN PRAYER BUT YE DO NOT COME AGAIN HOW COULD ANYTHING SO DEAR HOW COULD ANYTHING SO FAIR VANISH LIKE THE SUMMER RAIN NO NO IT CANNOT BE BUT YE ARE STILL WITH ME AND YET OH WHERE ART THOU CHILDHOOD WITH SUNNY BROW AND FLOATING HAIR WHERE ART THOU HIDING NOW
phonemes: aɪ hæv ʃˈɛd fˈʊl mˈɛni ɐ tˈɪɹ, aɪ hæv ɹˈɛsəld ˈɔft ɪn pɹˈɛɹ bˌʌt jiː duːnˌɑːt kˈʌm ɐɡˈɛn; hˌaʊ kʊd ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ sˌoʊ dˈɪɹ, hˌaʊ kʊd ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ, vˈænɪʃ lˈaɪk ðə sˈʌmɚ ɹˈeɪn? nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ, ɪt kænˈɑːt bˈiː, bˌʌt jiː ɑːɹ stˈɪl wɪð mˌiː! ænd jˈɛt, ˈoʊ! wˌɛɹ ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ, tʃˈaɪldhʊd, wɪð sˈʌni bɹˈaʊ ænd flˈoʊɾɪŋ hˈɛɹ? wˌɛɹ ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ hˈaɪdɪŋ nˈaʊ?