text_original: If we bravely bide and wait Through this brief eclipse of Fate, 110 IN THE FOG Smile through the unsmiling noon, Keeping heart and hope in tune, Shadow shall give place to sun, And, out stealing, one by one, All the fair things mourned in vain Shall be made our own again.
text_transcription: IF WE BRAVELY BIDE AND WAIT THROUGH THIS BRIEF ECLIPSE OF FATE SMILE THROUGH THE UNSMILING NOON KEEPING HEART AND HOPE IN TUNE SHADOW SHALL GIVE PLACE TO SUN AND OUT STEALING ONE BY ONE ALL THE FAIR THINGS MOURNED IN VAIN SHALL BE MADE OUR OWN AGAIN
phonemes: ɪf wiː bɹˈeɪvli bˈaɪd ænd wˈeɪt θɹuː ðɪs bɹˈiːf ɪklˈɪps ʌv fˈeɪt, wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd tˈɛn ɪnðɪ ˌɛfˌoʊdʒˈiː smˈaɪl θɹuː ðɪ ʌnsmˈaɪlɪŋ nˈuːn, kˈiːpɪŋ hˈɑːɹt ænd hˈoʊp ɪn tˈuːn, ʃˈædoʊ ʃˌæl ɡˈɪv plˈeɪs tə sˈʌn, ænd, ˈaʊt stˈiːlɪŋ, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, ˈɔːl ðə fˈɛɹ θˈɪŋz mˈɔːɹnd ɪn vˈeɪn ʃˌæl biː mˌeɪd ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn ɐɡˈɛn.