text_original: Hope was slain long ago. But her ghost comes to night, With its skeleton face and expressionless eyes, And it stands in the light, And mocks me, and jeers me with sobs and with sighs.
text_transcription: HOPE WAS SLAIN LONG AGO BUT HER GHOST COMES TO NIGHT WITH ITS SKELETON FACE AND EXPRESSIONLESS EYES AND IT STANDS IN THE LIGHT AND MOCKS ME AND JEERS ME WITH SOBS AND WITH SIGHS
phonemes: hˈoʊp wʌz slˈeɪn lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ. bˌʌt hɜː ɡˈoʊst kˈʌmz tə nˈaɪt, wɪð ɪts skˈɛlᵻtən fˈeɪs ænd ɛkspɹˈɛʃənləs ˈaɪz, ænd ɪt stˈændz ɪnðə lˈaɪt, ænd mˈɑːks mˌiː, ænd dʒˈɪɹz mˌiː wɪð sˈɑːbz ænd wɪð sˈaɪz.