text_original: Did Autumn's grieving lure thee hence, Or silence ultimate beguile"? Ever our things of consequence Awakened but thy smile. 132 PERSONAL POEMS Is it with thee that ocean takes A stranger sorrow to its tone*? With thee the star of evening wakes More beautiful, more lone?
text_transcription: DID AUTUMN'S GRIEVING LUARDY HENCE OR SILENCE ULTIMATE BEGUILE EVER OUR THINGS OF CONSEQUENCE AWAKENED BUT THY SMILE IS IT WITH THEE THAT OCEAN TAKES A STRANGER SORROW TO ITS TONE WITH THEE THE STAR OF EVENING WAKES MORE BEAUTIFUL MORE LONE
phonemes: dˈɪd ˈɔːɾʌmz ɡɹˈiːvɪŋ lˈʊɹ ðiː hˈɛns, ɔːɹ sˈaɪləns ˈʌltᵻmət bᵻɡˈaɪl"? ˈɛvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ θˈɪŋz ʌv kˈɑːnsɪkwəns ɐwˈeɪkənd bˌʌt ðˌaɪ smˈaɪl. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi tˈuː pˈɜːsənəl pˈoʊᵻmz ɪz ɪt wɪð ðiː ðæt ˈoʊʃən tˈeɪks ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ sˈɑːɹoʊ tʊ ɪts tˈoʊn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk? wɪð ðiː ðə stˈɑːɹ ʌv ˈiːvnɪŋ wˈeɪks mˈɔːɹ bjˈuːɾifəl, mˈɔːɹ lˈoʊn?