text_original: And know that change is best, despite its pain: On custom s rust And Beauty s dust Falls the renewing rain. 59 A YELLOW ROSE Wherefore his wings, except the swallow flew? Joy s thrall is brief, But that of grief Is made as transient too.
text_transcription: AND KNOW THAT CHANGE IS BEST DESPITE ITS PAIN ON CUSTOM'S REST AND BEAUTY'S DUST FALLS THE RENEWING RAIN WHEREFORE HIS WINGS EXCEPT THE SWALLOW FLEW JOY'S THRALL IS BRIEF BUT THAT OF GRIEF IS MADE AS TRANSIENT TOO
phonemes: ænd nˈoʊ ðæt tʃˈeɪndʒ ɪz bˈɛst, dᵻspˈaɪt ɪts pˈeɪn: ˌɔn kˈʌstəm ˈɛs ɹˈʌst ænd bjˈuːɾi ˈɛs dˈʌst fˈɔːlz ðə ɹᵻnˈuːɪŋ ɹˈeɪn. fˈɪfti nˈaɪn ɐ jˈɛloʊ ɹˈoʊz wˈɛɹfɔːɹ hɪz wˈɪŋz, ɛksˈɛpt ðə swˈɔloʊ flˈuː? dʒˈɔɪ ˈɛs θɹˈɔːl ɪz bɹˈiːf, bˌʌt ðæt ʌv ɡɹˈiːf ɪz mˌeɪd æz tɹˈænsiənt tˈuː.