text_original: As the last quiver of a bell Doth fade into the air, With a subsiding swell That dies we know not where, So my hope melted and was gone: I raised mine eyes to bless the star That shared its light with me so far Below its silver throne, And gloom and chilling vacancy Were all was left to me, In the dark, bleak night I was alone!
text_transcription: AS THE LAST QUIVER OF A BELL DOTH FADE INTO THE AIR WITH A SUBSIDING SWELL THAT DIES WE KNOW NOT WHERE SO MY HOPE MELTED AND WAS GONE I RAISED MINE EYES TO BLESS THE STAR THAT SHARED ITS LIGHT WITH ME SO FAR BELOW ITS SILVER THRONE AND GLOOM AND CHILLING VACANCY WERE ALWAYS LEFT TO ME IN THE DARK BLEAK NIGHT I WAS ALONE
phonemes: æz ðə lˈæst kwˈɪvɚɹ əvə bˈɛl dʌθ fˈeɪd ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛɹ, wɪð ɐ sʌbsˈaɪdɪŋ swˈɛl ðæt dˈaɪz wiː nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wˈɛɹ, sˌoʊ maɪ hˈoʊp mˈɛltᵻd ænd wʌz ɡˈɔn: aɪ ɹˈeɪzd mˈaɪn ˈaɪz tə blˈɛs ðə stˈɑːɹ ðæt ʃˈɛɹd ɪts lˈaɪt wɪð mˌiː sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ bᵻlˌoʊ ɪts sˈɪlvɚ θɹˈoʊn, ænd ɡlˈuːm ænd tʃˈɪlɪŋ vˈeɪkənsi wɜːɹ ˈɔːl wʌz lˈɛft tə mˌiː, ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk, blˈiːk nˈaɪt aɪ wʌz ɐlˈoʊn!