text_original: I know that luckless lovers do not die, Fashioning trifles for eternity Of golden moments broken, Of sighs and tears and passionate words half  spoken, They may not rest, but strew the bitter years With their immortal tears.
text_transcription: I KNOW THAT LUCKLESS LOVERS DO NOT DIE FASHIONING TRIFLES FOR ETERNITY OF GOLDEN MOMENTS BROKEN OF SIGHS AND TEARS AND PASSIONATE WORDS HAVE SPOKEN THEY MAY NOT REST BUT STREW THE BITTER YEARS WITH THEIR IMMORTAL TEARS
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ ðæt lˈʌkləs lˈʌvɚz duːnˌɑːt dˈaɪ, fˈæʃənɪŋ tɹˈaɪfəlz fɔːɹ ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi ʌv ɡˈoʊldən mˈoʊmənts bɹˈoʊkən, ʌv sˈaɪz ænd tˈɪɹz ænd pˈæʃənət wˈɜːdz hˈæf spˈoʊkən, ðeɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt ɹˈɛst, bˌʌt stɹˈuː ðə bˈɪɾɚ jˈɪɹz wɪð ðɛɹ ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl tˈɪɹz.