text_original: preference I AM not lonely for I feel you near Although your place is vacant to my eyes And evermore I know the sad surprise Of shrouded rooms, and no voice in my ear. I am not all forlorn, nor do I fear Long wakeful nights and joyless morning skies And lengthening eves when daylight slowly dies Along the suntide of the perfect year.
text_transcription: PREFERENCE I AM NOT LONELY FOR I FEEL YOU NEAR ALTHOUGH YOUR PLACE IS VACANT TO MY EYES AND EVERMORE I KNOW THE SAD SURPRISE OF SHROUDED ROOMS AND NO VOICE IN MY EAR I AM NOT ALL FORLORN NOR DO I FEAR LONG WAKEFUL NIGHTS AND JOYLESS MORNING SKIES AND LENGTHENING EVES WHEN DAYLIGHT SLOWLY DIES ALONG THE SUN TIDE OF THE PERFECT YEAR
phonemes: pɹˈɛfɹəns aɪɐm nˌɑːt lˈoʊnli fɔːɹ aɪ fˈiːl juː nˌɪɹ ɔːlðˈoʊ jʊɹ plˈeɪs ɪz vˈeɪkənt tə maɪ ˈaɪz ænd ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ aɪ nˈoʊ ðə sˈæd sɚpɹˈaɪz ʌv ʃɹˈaʊdᵻd ɹˈuːmz, ænd nˈoʊ vˈɔɪs ɪn maɪ ˈɪɹ. aɪɐm nˌɑːt ˈɔːl fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn, nˈɔːɹ dˈuː aɪ fˈɪɹ lˈɔŋ wˈeɪkfəl nˈaɪts ænd dʒˈɔɪləs mˈɔːɹnɪŋ skˈaɪz ænd lˈɛŋθənɪŋ ˈiːvz wɛn dˈeɪlaɪt slˈoʊli dˈaɪz ɐlˈɔŋ ðə sˈʌntaɪd ʌvðə pˈɜːfɛkt jˈɪɹ.