text_original: The beautiful departs, And all too soon the sweetest song is sung. CALIFORNIA Thou hast not sorrowed yet; Seldom for grief thy laughing face is wet. May tears be very far, For on thy forehead is a happy star, A light of joy that elder lands regret.
text_transcription: THE BEAUTIFUL DEPARTS AND ALL TOO SOON THE SWEETEST SONG IS SUNG THOU HAST NOT SORROWED YET SELDOM FOR GRIEF THY LAUGHING FACE IS WET MAY TEARS BE VERY FAR FOR ON THY FOREHEAD IS A HAPPY STAR A LIGHT OF JOY THAT ELDER LAND'S REGRET
phonemes: ðə bjˈuːɾifəl dᵻpˈɑːɹts, ænd ˈɔːl tˈuː sˈuːn ðə swˈiːɾɪst sˈɔŋ ɪz sˈʌŋ. kˌælɪfˈɔːɹniə ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst nˌɑːt sˈɑːɹoʊd jˈɛt; sˈɛldəm fɔːɹ ɡɹˈiːf ðˌaɪ lˈæfɪŋ fˈeɪs ɪz wˈɛt. mˈeɪ tˈɛɹz biː vˈɛɹi fˈɑːɹ, fɔːɹ ˌɔn ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹhɛd ɪz ɐ hˈæpi stˈɑːɹ, ɐ lˈaɪt ʌv dʒˈɔɪ ðæt ˈɛldɚ lˈændz ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt.