text_original: The world may crowd and question, but friends are always alone, Set in bright atmosphere, like a planet in far off skies ; A touch, a glance, a sigh, love comprehends its own, And words are feeble and poor compared with the spark of the eyes.
text_transcription: THE WORLD MAY CROWD AND QUESTION BUT FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS ALONE SET IN BRIGHT ATMOSPHERE LIKE A PLANET IN FAR OFF SKIES A TOUCH A GLANCE A SIGH LOVE COMPREHENDS ITS OWN AND WORDS ARE FEEBLE AND POOR COMPARED WITH THE SPARK OF THE EYE
phonemes: ðə wˈɜːld mˈeɪ kɹˈaʊd ænd kwˈɛstʃən, bˌʌt fɹˈɛndz ɑːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz ɐlˈoʊn, sˈɛt ɪn bɹˈaɪt ˈætməsfˌɪɹ, lˈaɪk ɐ plˈænɪt ɪn fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf skˈaɪz ; ɐ tˈʌtʃ, ɐ ɡlˈæns, ɐ sˈaɪ, lˈʌv kˌɑːmpɹihˈɛndz ɪts ˈoʊn, ænd wˈɜːdz ɑːɹ fˈiːbəl ænd pˈʊɹ kəmpˈɛɹd wɪððə spˈɑːɹk ʌvðɪ ˈaɪz.