text_original: There's the ghost of a Love, Born with joy, reared with hope, died in pain and unrest, But he towers above All the others  this ghost: yet a ghost at the best.
text_transcription: THERE'S THE GHOST OF HER LOVE BORNE WITH JOY REARED WITH HOPE DIED IN PAIN AND UNREST BUT HE TOWERS ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS THIS GHOST YET A GHOST AT THE BEST
phonemes: ðɛɹz ðə ɡˈoʊst əvə lˈʌv, bˈɔːɹn wɪð dʒˈɔɪ, ɹˈɪɹd wɪð hˈoʊp, dˈaɪd ɪn pˈeɪn ænd ʌnɹˈɛst, bˌʌt hiː tˈaʊɚz əbˌʌv ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈʌðɚz ðɪs ɡˈoʊst: jˈɛt ɐ ɡˈoʊst æt ðə bˈɛst.