text_original: But all remembered beauty is no more Than a vague prelude to the thought of you   You are the rarest soul I ever knew, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best; My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore, And when I think of you, I am at rest.
text_transcription: BUT ALL REMEMBERED BEAUTY IS NO MORE THAN A VAGUE PRELUDE TO THE THOUGHT OF YOU YOU ARE THE RAREST SOUL I EVER KNEW LOVER OF BEAUTY NIGHTLIEST AND BEST MY THOUGHTS SEEK YOU AS WAVES THAT SEEK THE SHORE AND WHEN I THINK OF YOU I AM AT REST
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈɔːl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd bjˈuːɾi ɪz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðˌænə vˈeɪɡ pɹˈeɪluːd tə ðə θˈɔːt ʌv juː juː ɑːɹ ðə ɹˈɛɹɪst sˈoʊl aɪ ˈɛvɚ nˈuː, lˈʌvɚɹ ʌv bjˈuːɾi, nˈaɪtliɪst ænd bˈɛst; maɪ θˈɔːts sˈiːk juː æz wˈeɪvz ðæt sˈiːk ðə ʃˈɔːɹ, ænd wɛn aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv juː, aɪɐm æt ɹˈɛst.