text_original: 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: 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: 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.