text_original: Yet, let them go, the loving and the glad, And hold me in your arms till I am chill ; An autumn wonder made my childhood sad, But something of my childhood lingers still And I am fain for toys.
text_transcription: YET LET THEM GO THE LOVING AND THE GLAD AND HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS TILL I AM CHILL AN AUTUMN WONDER MADE MY CHILDHOOD SAD BUT SOMETHING OF MY CHILDHOOD LINGERS STILL AND I AM FAIN FOR TOYS
phonemes: jˈɛt, lˈɛt ðˌɛm ɡˈoʊ, ðə lˈʌvɪŋ ænd ðə ɡlˈæd, ænd hˈoʊld mˌiː ɪn jʊɹ ˈɑːɹmz tˈɪl aɪɐm tʃˈɪl ; ɐn ˈɔːɾʌm wˈʌndɚ mˌeɪd maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊd sˈæd, bˌʌt sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊd lˈɪŋɡɚz stˈɪl ænd aɪɐm fˈeɪn fɔːɹ tˈɔɪz.