text_original: But since we dwell here in the crowded way, Where hurrying throngs rush by to seek for gold, And all is common place and work a day, As soon as love's young honeymoon grows old; Since fashion rules and nature yields to art, And life is hurt by daily jar and fret, 'Tis best to shut such dreams down in the heart And go our ways alone, love, and forget.
text_transcription: BUT SINCE WE DWELL HERE IN THE CROWDED WAY WHERE HURRYING THRONGS RUSH BY TO SEEK FOR GOLD AND ALL IS COMMONPLACE AND WORK A DAY AS SOON AS LOVE'S YOUNG HONEYMOON GROWS OLD SINCE FASHION RULES AND NATURE YIELDS TO ART AND LIFE IS HURT BY DAILY JAR AND FRET TIS BEST TO SHUT SUCH DREAMS DOWN IN THE HEART AND GO OUR WAYS ALONE LOVE AND FORGET
phonemes: bˌʌt sˈɪns wiː dwˈɛl hˈɪɹ ɪnðə kɹˈaʊdᵻd wˈeɪ, wˌɛɹ hˈɜːɹiɪŋ θɹˈɔŋz ɹˈʌʃ baɪ tə sˈiːk fɔːɹ ɡˈoʊld, ænd ˈɔːl ɪz kˈɑːmən plˈeɪs ænd wˈɜːk ɐ dˈeɪ, æz sˈuːn æz lˈʌvz jˈʌŋ hˈʌnɪmˌuːn ɡɹˈoʊz ˈoʊld; sˈɪns fˈæʃən ɹˈuːlz ænd nˈeɪtʃɚ jˈiːldz tʊ ˈɑːɹt, ænd lˈaɪf ɪz hˈɜːt baɪ dˈeɪli dʒˈɑːɹ ænd fɹˈɛt, tˈɪz bˈɛst tə ʃˈʌt sˈʌtʃ dɹˈiːmz dˌaʊn ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt ænd ɡˌoʊ ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪz ɐlˈoʊn, lˈʌv, ænd fɚɡˈɛt.