text_original: THE PRICE OF FREY& 77 Golden the roof and gold the floor ; The glittering splendor woos and lures ; And the tempting voice repeats once more : "Give up Freya, and all is yours." What ! give up hope with its rainbow sheen, Give up the sparkle, the song, the jest, The vision of something dreamed, not seen, Which is sweeter by far than the thing possessed
text_transcription: GOLDEN THE ROOF AND GOLD THE FLOOR THE GLITTERING SPLENDOR WOOS AND DEERS AND THE TEMPTING VOICE REPEATS ONCE MORE GIVE UP FREYA AND ALL IS YOURS WHAT GIVE UP HOPE WITH ITS RAINBOW SHEEN GIVE UP THE SPARKLE THE SONG THE JEST THE VISION OF SOMETHING DREAMED NOT SEEN WHICH IS SWEETER BY FAR THAN THE THING POSSESSED
phonemes: ðə pɹˈaɪs ʌv fɹˈeɪ ænd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən ɡˈoʊldən ðə ɹˈuːf ænd ɡˈoʊld ðə flˈɔːɹ ; ðə ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ splˈɛndɚ wˈuːz ænd lˈʊɹz ; ænd ðə tˈɛmptɪŋ vˈɔɪs ɹᵻpˈiːts wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ : "ɡˈɪv ˌʌp fɹˈeɪə, ænd ˈɔːl ɪz jˈɔːɹz." wˌʌt ! ɡˈɪv ˌʌp hˈoʊp wɪð ɪts ɹˈeɪnboʊ ʃˈiːn, ɡˈɪv ˌʌp ðə spˈɑːɹkəl, ðə sˈɔŋ, ðə dʒˈɛst, ðə vˈɪʒən ʌv sˈʌmθɪŋ dɹˈiːmd, nˌɑːt sˈiːn, wˌɪtʃ ɪz swˈiːɾɚ baɪ fˈɑːɹ ðɐn ðə θˈɪŋ pəzˈɛst