text_original: One spoke of the rapture that life still held For hearts that yielded to love's desire, And one through the cold grave's earthy mold Sent thoughts of a past that were fraught with fire.
text_transcription: ONE SPOKE OF THE RAPTURE THAT LIFE STILL HELD FOR HEARTS THAT YIELDED TO LOVE'S DESIRE AND ONE THROUGH THE COLD GRAVE'S EARTHY MOULD SENT THOUGHTS OF A PAST THAT WERE FRAUGHT WITH FIRE
phonemes: wˈʌn spˈoʊk ʌvðə ɹˈæptʃɚ ðæt lˈaɪf stˈɪl hˈɛld fɔːɹ hˈɑːɹts ðæt jˈiːldᵻd tə lˈʌvz dɪzˈaɪɚ, ænd wˈʌn θɹuː ðə kˈoʊld ɡɹˈeɪvz ˈɜːθi mˈoʊld sˈɛnt θˈɔːts əvə pˈæst ðæt wɜː fɹˈɔːt wɪð fˈaɪɚ.