text_original: No longer can we look into it Counting the pebbles, Watching the ribboned water reeds, Or searching idly For that something which we lost (A ring with gems) It is all glamour, now! We turn away, shading our eyes.
text_transcription: NO LONGER CAN WE LOOK INTO IT COUNTING THE PEBBLES WATCHING THE RIBBONED WATER REEDS OR SEARCHING IDLY FOR THAT SOMETHING WHICH WE LOST A RING WITH GEMS IT IS ALL GLAMOUR NOW WE TURN AWAY SHADING OUR EYES
phonemes: nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ kæn wiː lˈʊk ˌɪntʊ ɪt kˈaʊntɪŋ ðə pˈɛbəlz, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə ɹˈɪbənd wˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈiːdz, ɔːɹ sˈɜːtʃɪŋ ˈaɪdli fɔːɹ ðæt sˈʌmθɪŋ wˌɪtʃ wiː lˈɔst (ɐ ɹˈɪŋ wɪð dʒˈɛmz) ɪɾ ɪz ˈɔːl ɡlˈæmɚ, nˈaʊ! wiː tˈɜːn ɐwˈeɪ, ʃˈeɪdɪŋ ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz.