text_original: Farewell! as the bee round the blossom Doth murmur drowsily, So murmureth round my bosom The memory of thee; Lingering, it seems to go, When the wind more full doth flow, Waving the flower to and fro, But still returneth, Marian!
text_transcription: FAREWELL AS THE BEE ROUND THE BLOSSOM DOTH MURMUR DROWSILY SO MURMETH ROUND MY BOSOM THE MEMORY OF THEE LINGERING IT SEEMS TO GO WHEN THE WIND MORE FULL DOTH FLOW WAVING THE FLOWER TO AND FRO BUT STILL RETURNETH MARIAN
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl! æz ðə bˈiː ɹˈaʊnd ðə blˈɔsəm dʌθ mˈɜːmɚ dɹˈaʊsili, sˌoʊ mˈɜːmɚɹəθ ɹˈaʊnd maɪ bˈʊzəm ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv ðˈiː; lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ, ɪt sˈiːmz tə ɡˈoʊ, wˌɛn ðə wˈɪnd mˈɔːɹ fˈʊl dʌθ flˈoʊ, wˈeɪvɪŋ ðə flˈaʊɚ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ, bˌʌt stˈɪl ɹᵻtˈɜːnəθ, mˈæɹiən!