text_original: Methinks thy parting glory shines Through yonder grove of singing pines; At that elm vista's end I trace Dimly thy sad leave taking face, Eurydice!
text_transcription: METHINKS THY PARTING GLORY SHINES THROUGH YONDER GROVE OF SINGING PINES AT THAT ELM VISTA'S END I TRACE DIMLY THY SAD LEAF TAKING FACE YOU RIDICI
phonemes: miːθˈɪŋks ðˌaɪ pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ɡlˈɔːɹi ʃˈaɪnz θɹuː jˈɑːndɚ ɡɹˈoʊv ʌv sˈɪŋɪŋ pˈaɪnz; æt ðæt ˈɛlm vˈɪstəz ˈɛnd aɪ tɹˈeɪs dˈɪmli ðˌaɪ sˈæd lˈiːv tˈeɪkɪŋ fˈeɪs, jˈuːɹɪdɪs!