text_original: In those far days my arm was strong, My love did hold thee from all fear; But now my strength is well nigh spent, Though mem'ry crowns each happy hour, And fain would forms now vanished seek, And fain recall that witching power!
text_transcription: IN THOSE FAR DAYS MY ARM WAS STRONG MY LOVE DID HOLD THEE FROM ALL FEAR BUT NOW MY STRENGTH IS WELL NIGH SPENT THOUGH MEMORY CROWNS EACH HAPPY HOUR AND FAIN WOULD FORMS NOW VANISHED SEEK AND FAIN RECALL THAT WITCHING POWER
phonemes: ɪn ðoʊz fˈɑːɹ dˈeɪz maɪ ˈɑːɹm wʌz stɹˈɔŋ, maɪ lˈʌv dˈɪd hˈoʊld ðiː fɹʌm ˈɔːl fˈɪɹ; bˌʌt nˈaʊ maɪ stɹˈɛŋθ ɪz wˈɛl nˈaɪ spˈɛnt, ðˌoʊ mˈɛmɹi kɹˈaʊnz ˈiːtʃ hˈæpi ˈaʊɚ, ænd fˈeɪn wʊd fˈɔːɹmz nˈaʊ vˈænɪʃt sˈiːk, ænd fˈeɪn ɹˈiːkɔːl ðæt wˈɪtʃɪŋ pˈaʊɚ!