text_original: AFTER LOVE And we shall sleep to night, though not as they Who tread some strange, sweet story into dust, And sing awhile, and lose the heart of day In child like wanderings ; ours shall be lust More fierce than life, than death more pitiless, Our dawn shall be an utter weariness.
text_transcription: E AND WE SHALL SLEEP TO NIGHT THOUGH NOT AS THEY WHO TREAD SOME STRANGE SWEET STORY INTO DUST AND SING A WHILE AND LOSE THE HEART OF DAY IN CHILD LIKE WANDERINGS OURS SHALL BE LUST MORE FIERCE THAN LIFE THAN DEATH MORE PITILESS OUR DAWN SHALL BE AN UTTER WEARINESS
phonemes: ˈæftɚ lˈʌv ænd wiːʃˌɐl slˈiːp tə nˈaɪt, ðˌoʊ nˌɑːt æz ðeɪ hˌuː tɹˈɛd sˌʌm stɹˈeɪndʒ, swˈiːt stˈɔːɹi ˌɪntʊ dˈʌst, ænd sˈɪŋ ɐwˈaɪl, ænd lˈuːz ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv dˈeɪ ɪn tʃˈaɪld lˈaɪk wˈɔndɚɹɪŋz ; aʊɚz ʃˌæl biː lˈʌst mˈɔːɹ fˈɪɹs ðɐn lˈaɪf, ðɐn dˈɛθ mˈɔːɹ pˈɪɾiləs, ˌaʊɚ dˈɔːn ʃˌæl biː ɐn ˈʌɾɚ wˈɪɹinəs.