text_original: My love is not the flower Of one short hour; You were my childhood's pride; Your image is my dream by night, By day if ever put to flight It comes back like the tide.
text_transcription: MY LOVE IS NOT THE FLOWER OF ONE SHORT HOUR YOU WERE MY CHILDHOOD'S PRIDE YOUR IMAGE IS MY DREAM BY NIGHT BY DAY IF EVER PUT TO FLIGHT IT COMES BACK LIKE THE TIDE
phonemes: maɪ lˈʌv ɪz nˌɑːt ðə flˈaʊɚɹ ʌv wˈʌn ʃˈɔːɹt ˈaʊɚ; juː wɜː maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊdz pɹˈaɪd; jʊɹ ˈɪmɪdʒ ɪz maɪ dɹˈiːm baɪ nˈaɪt, baɪ dˈeɪ ɪf ˈɛvɚ pˌʊt tə flˈaɪt ɪt kˈʌmz bˈæk lˈaɪk ðə tˈaɪd.