text_original: It dwelt with me just as it was, Just as it was When first its prospects gave me pause In wayward wanderings, Before the years had torn old troths As they tear all sweet things, Before gaunt griefs had torn old troths And dulled old rapturings.
text_transcription: IT DWELT WITH ME JUST AS IT WAS JUST AS IT WAS WHEN FIRST ITS PROSPECTS GAVE ME PAUSE IN WAYWARD WANDERINGS BEFORE THE YEARS HAD TORN OLD TROTH AS THEY TEAR ALL SWEET THINGS BEFORE GAUNT GRIEFS HAD TORN OLD TROTH AND DULLED OLD RAPTURINGS
phonemes: ɪt dwˈɛlt wɪð mˌiː dʒˈʌst æz ɪt wˈʌz, dʒˈʌst æz ɪt wʌz wɛn fˈɜːst ɪts pɹˈɑːspɛkts ɡˈeɪv mˌiː pˈɔːz ɪn wˈeɪwɚd wˈɔndɚɹɪŋz, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə jˈɪɹz hæd tˈɔːɹn ˈoʊld tɹˈɑːθs æz ðeɪ tˈɛɹ ˈɔːl swˈiːt θˈɪŋz, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɡˈɔːnt ɡɹˈiːfs hæd tˈɔːɹn ˈoʊld tɹˈɑːθs ænd dˈʌld ˈoʊld ɹˈæptʃɚɹɪŋz.