text_original: I woke and knew the glamour of a season Had lent illusive lustre to a dream, And looking in the clear calm eyes of Reason, I smiled and said, "Farewell to things that seem." 'Twas but a red leaf from a lush September The wind of dreams across my pathway blew, But oh! my love! the whole round year remember, With all its seasons I bestow on you.
text_transcription: I WOKE AND KNEW THE GLAMOUR OF A SEASON HAD LENT ELUSIVE LUSTR TO A DREAM AND LOOKING IN THE CLEAR CALM EYES OF REASON I SMILED AND SAID FAREWELL TO THINGS THAT SEEM TWAS BUT A RED LEAF FROM A LUSH SEPTEMBER THE WIND OF DREAMS ACROSS MY PATHWAY BLUE BUT OH MY LOVE THE WHOLE ROUND YEAR REMEMBER WITH ALL ITS SEASONS I BESTOW ON YOU
phonemes: aɪ wˈoʊk ænd nˈuː ðə ɡlˈæmɚɹ əvə sˈiːzən hæd lˈɛnt ɪlˈuːsɪv lˈʌstɚ tʊ ɐ dɹˈiːm, ænd lˈʊkɪŋ ɪnðə klˈɪɹ kˈɑːm ˈaɪz ʌv ɹˈiːzən, aɪ smˈaɪld ænd sˈɛd, "fɛɹwˈɛl tə θˈɪŋz ðæt sˈiːm." twˈɑːz bˌʌt ɐ ɹˈɛd lˈiːf fɹʌm ɐ lˈʌʃ sɛptˈɛmbɚ ðə wˈɪnd ʌv dɹˈiːmz əkɹˌɑːs maɪ pˈæθweɪ blˈuː, bˌʌt ˈoʊ! maɪ lˈʌv! ðə hˈoʊl ɹˈaʊnd jˈɪɹ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, wɪð ˈɔːl ɪts sˈiːzənz aɪ bᵻstˈoʊ ˈɔn juː.