text_original: About the morn like store of roses shed I saw earth glories, yet toward the ray Of highest heaven my track of travel lay Where bliss holds you— from me uncomforted ! There bode I near you, colouring with love's breath The suns that shine on you, and whispering Sweet words we used to say, till day was gone. Oh, knew you of my tears, and the downward wing That went from you?
text_transcription: ABOUT THE MORN LIKE STAR OF ROSES SHED I SAW EARTH GLORIES YET TOWARD THE RAY OF HIGHEST HEAVEN MY TRACK OF TRAVEL LAY WHERE BLISS HOLDS YOU FROM ME UNCOMFORTED THERE BOWED I NEAR YOU COLOURING WITH LOVE'S BREATH THE SUNS THAT SHINE ON YOU AND WHISPERING SWEET WORDS WE USED TO SAY TILL DAY WAS GONE OH KNEW YOU OF MY TEARS AND THE DOWNWARD WING THAT WENT FROM YOU
phonemes: ɐbˌaʊt ðə mˈɔːɹn lˈaɪk stˈɔːɹ ʌv ɹˈoʊzᵻz ʃˈɛd aɪ sˈɔː ˈɜːθ ɡlˈɔːɹiz, jˈɛt təwˈɔːɹd ðə ɹˈeɪ ʌv hˈaɪɪst hˈɛvən maɪ tɹˈæk ʌv tɹˈævəl lˈeɪ wˌɛɹ blˈɪs hˈoʊldz juː— fɹʌm mˌiː ʌŋkˈʌmfɚɾᵻd ! ðɛɹ bˈoʊd aɪ nˈɪɹ juː, kˈʌlɚɹɪŋ wɪð lˈʌvz bɹˈɛθ ðə sˈʌnz ðæt ʃˈaɪn ˈɔn juː, ænd wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ swˈiːt wˈɜːdz wiː jˈuːzd tə sˈeɪ, tˈɪl dˈeɪ wʌz ɡˈɔn. ˈoʊ, nˈuː juː ʌv maɪ tˈɪɹz, ænd ðə dˈaʊnwɚd wˈɪŋ ðæt wˈɛnt fɹʌm juː?