text_original: Methinks hot tears bestream his haggard cheeks As memory mirrors her loved form to view, And all her tender ministrations pour In recollections soft as evening dew.
text_transcription: METHINKS HOT TEARS BESTREAM HIS HAGGARD CHEEKS AS MEMORY MIRRORS HER LOVED FORM TO VIEW AND ALL HER TENDER MINISTRATIONS POUR IN RECOLLECTIONS SOFT AS EVENING DEW
phonemes: miːθˈɪŋks hˈɑːt tˈɪɹz bᵻstɹˈiːm hɪz hˈæɡɚd tʃˈiːks æz mˈɛmɚɹi mˈɪɹɚz hɜː lˈʌvd fˈɔːɹm tə vjˈuː, ænd ˈɔːl hɜː tˈɛndɚ mˌɪnɪstɹˈeɪʃənz pˈɔːɹ ɪn ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃənz sˈɔft æz ˈiːvnɪŋ dˈuː.