text_original: O, elm leaves dark and dewy, The very same ye seem, The low wind trembles through ye, Ye murmur in my dream! O, river, dim with distance, Flow thus forever by: A part of my existence Within your heart doth lie!
text_transcription: O ELM LEAVES DARK AND DEWY THE VERY SAME YOU SEEM THE LOW WIND TREMBLES THROUGH YE YOU MURMUR IN MY DREAM O RIVER DIM WITH DISTANCE FLOW THUS FOR EVER BY A PART OF MY EXISTENCE WITHIN YOUR HEART DOTH LIE
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ˈɛlm lˈiːvz dˈɑːɹk ænd dˈuːi, ðə vˈɛɹi sˈeɪm jiː sˈiːm, ðə lˈoʊ wˈɪnd tɹˈɛmbəlz θɹuː jˈiː, jiː mˈɜːmɚɹ ɪn maɪ dɹˈiːm! ˈoʊ, ɹˈɪvɚ, dˈɪm wɪð dˈɪstəns, flˈoʊ ðˈʌs fɚɹˈɛvɚ bˈaɪ: ɐ pˈɑːɹt ʌv maɪ ɛɡzˈɪstəns wɪðˌɪn jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt dʌθ lˈaɪ!