text_original: Do they and the dark clouds over them scowling, Do they dream or know? Why, here in the room, not a week or over   Tho' it must be a week, not more than one   (I cannot recken of late or discover When one day is ended or one begun), But here in this room we were laughing lightly, And glad was the measure our two hearts beat; And the royal face that was smiling so brightly Lies under that sheet.
text_transcription: DO THEY AND THE DARK CLOUDS OVER THEM SCOWLING DO THEY DREAM OR KNOW WHY HERE IN THE ROOM NOT A WEEK OR OVER THOUGH IT MUST BE A WEEK NOT MORE THAN ONE I CANNOT RECKON OF LATE OR DISCOVER WHEN ONE DAY IS ENDED OR ONE BEGUN BUT HERE IN THIS ROOM WE WERE LAUGHING LIGHTLY AND GLAD WAS THE MEASURE OUR TWO HEARTS BEAT AND THE ROYAL FACE THAT WAS SMILING SO BRIGHTLY LIES UNDER THAT SHEET
phonemes: dˈuː ðeɪ ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk klˈaʊdz ˌoʊvɚ ðˌɛm skˈaʊlɪŋ, dˈuː ðeɪ dɹˈiːm ɔːɹ nˈoʊ? wˈaɪ, hˈɪɹ ɪnðə ɹˈuːm, nˌɑːɾə wˈiːk ɔːɹ ˌoʊvɚ ðˈoʊ ɪt mˈʌst biː ɐ wˈiːk, nˌɑːt mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˌʌn   (aɪ kænˈɑːt ɹˈɛkən ʌv lˈeɪt ɔːɹ dɪskˈʌvɚ wɛn wˈʌn dˈeɪ ɪz ˈɛndᵻd ɔːɹ wˈʌn bɪɡˈʌn), bˌʌt hˈɪɹ ɪn ðɪs ɹˈuːm wiː wɜː lˈæfɪŋ lˈaɪtli, ænd ɡlˈæd wʌzðə mˈɛʒɚɹ ˌaʊɚ tˈuː hˈɑːɹts bˈiːt; ænd ðə ɹˈɔɪəl fˈeɪs ðæt wʌz smˈaɪlɪŋ sˌoʊ bɹˈaɪtli lˈaɪz ˌʌndɚ ðæt ʃˈiːt.