text_original: I thought my youth was gone, But you returned   Like a flame at the call of the wind It leaped and burned; Threw off its ashen cloak, And gowned anew Gave itself like a bride Once more to you.
text_transcription: I THOUGHT MY YOUTH WAS GONE BUT YOU RETURNED LIKE A FLAME AT THE CALL OF THE WIND IT LEAPED AND BURNED THREW OFF ITS ASHEN CLOAK AND GOWN THE NEW GAVE ITSELF LIKE A BRIDE ONCE MORE TO YOU
phonemes: aɪ θˈɔːt maɪ jˈuːθ wʌz ɡˈɔn, bˌʌt juː ɹᵻtˈɜːnd lˈaɪk ɐ flˈeɪm æt ðə kˈɔːl ʌvðə wˈɪnd ɪt lˈiːpt ænd bˈɜːnd; θɹˈuː ˈɔf ɪts ˈæʃən klˈoʊk, ænd ɡˈaʊnd ɐnˈuː ɡˈeɪv ɪtsˈɛlf lˈaɪk ɐ bɹˈaɪd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ tə juː.