text_original: "O far and constant star," she said, "O passing sail, O passing bird, O passing day  bring you no word Of winds that steer His ship a near? Where sails my love that sails not here? "The days in splendid pageant pass, In lovely peace the nights go by, And day and night are sweet; but I   I cannot say Lo, the bright day! Can it be dawn and love away?"
text_transcription: O FAR IN CONSTANT STAR SHE SAID O PASSING SAIL O PASSING BIRD O PASSING DAY BRING YOU NO WORD OF WINDS THAT STEER HIS SHIP ANEAR WHERE SAILS MY LOVE THAT SAILS NOT HERE THE DAYS IN SPLENDID PAGE AND PASS IN LOVELY PEACE THE NIGHTS GO BY AND DAY AND NIGHT ARE SWEET BUT I I CANNOT SAY LO THE BRIGHT DAY CAN IT BE DAWN AND LOVE AWAY
phonemes: "ˈoʊ fˈɑːɹ ænd kˈɑːnstənt stˈɑːɹ," ʃiː sˈɛd, "ˈoʊ pˈæsɪŋ sˈeɪl, ˈoʊ pˈæsɪŋ bˈɜːd, ˈoʊ pˈæsɪŋ dˈeɪ bɹˈɪŋ juː nˈoʊ wˈɜːd ʌv wˈɪndz ðæt stˈɪɹ hɪz ʃˈɪp ɐ nˈɪɹ? wˌɛɹ sˈeɪlz maɪ lˈʌv ðæt sˈeɪlz nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ? "ðə dˈeɪz ɪn splˈɛndɪd pˈædʒənt pˈæs, ɪn lˈʌvli pˈiːs ðə nˈaɪts ɡˌoʊ bˈaɪ, ænd dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt ɑːɹ swˈiːt; bˌʌt aɪ aɪ kænˈɑːt sˈeɪ lˈoʊ, ðə bɹˈaɪt dˈeɪ! kæn ɪt biː dˈɔːn ænd lˈʌv ɐwˈeɪ?"