text_original: As less the olden glow abides, And less the chillier heart aspires, With drift wood beached in past spring tides We light our sullen fires.
text_transcription: AS LESS THE OLDEN GLOW ABIDES AND LESS THE CHILLIER HEART ASPIRES WITH DRIFTWOOD BEACHED IN PAST SPRING TIDES WE LIGHT OUR SULLEN FIRES
phonemes: æz lˈɛs ðɪ ˈoʊldən ɡlˈoʊ ɐbˈaɪdz, ænd lˈɛs ðə tʃˈɪliɚ hˈɑːɹt ɐspˈaɪɚz, wɪð dɹˈɪft wˈʊd bˈiːtʃt ɪn pˈæst spɹˈɪŋ tˈaɪdz wiː lˈaɪt ˌaʊɚ sˈʌlən fˈaɪɚz.