text_original: Youth holds the world in fee — and thou art young ! O my glad singer of the tuneful voice, Where my wing falters be thou strong to soar, Striking the deep, clear notes beyond my reach. Beyond the plummet of a woman's speech.
text_transcription: YOUTH HOLDS THE WORLD IN FEE AND THOU ART YOUNG O MY GLAD SINGER OF THE TUNEFUL VOICE WHERE MY WING FALTERS BE THOU STRONG TO SOAR STRIKING THE DEEP CLEAR NOTES BEYOND MY REACH BEYOND THE PLUMMET OF A WOMAN'S SPEECH
phonemes: jˈuːθ hˈoʊldz ðə wˈɜːld ɪn fˈiː — ænd ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt jˈʌŋ ! ˈoʊ maɪ ɡlˈæd sˈɪŋɚɹ ʌvðə tˈuːnfəl vˈɔɪs, wˌɛɹ maɪ wˈɪŋ fˈɔltɚz biː ðˈaʊ stɹˈɔŋ tə sˈɔːɹ, stɹˈaɪkɪŋ ðə dˈiːp, klˈɪɹ nˈoʊts bᵻjˌɔnd maɪ ɹˈiːtʃ. bᵻjˌɔnd ðə plˈʌmɪt əvə wˈʊmənz spˈiːtʃ.