text_original: The tremulous leaves repeat to me Eurydice! Eurydice! No gloomier Orcus swallows thee Than the unclouded sunset's glow; Thine is at least Elysian woe; Thou hast Good's natural decay, And fadest like a star away Into an atmosphere whose shine With fuller day o'ermasters thine, Entering defeat as 't were a shrine; For us,  we turn life's diary o'er To find but one word,  Nevermore.
text_transcription: THE TREMULOUS LEAVES REPEAT TO ME YOUR RIDICI YOUR RIDICI NO GLOOMIER ORCHA SWALLOWS THEE THAN THE UNCLOUDED SUNSET'S GLOW THINE IS AT LEAST ILLUSION WOE THOU HAST GOODS NATURAL DECAY AND FADEST LIKE A STAR AWAY INTO AN ATMOSPHERE WHOSE SHINE WITH FULLER DAY OVER MASTER STEIN ENTERING DEFEAT AS WELL SHRINE FOR US WE TURN LIFE'S DIARY O'ER TO FIND BUT ONE WORD NEVER MORE
phonemes: ðə tɹˈɛmjʊləs lˈiːvz ɹᵻpˈiːt tə mˌiː jˈuːɹɪdɪs! jˈuːɹɪdɪs! nˈoʊ ɡlˈuːmiɚɹ ˈɔːɹkəs swˈɔloʊz ðiː ðɐn ðɪ ʌŋklˈaʊdᵻd sˈʌnsɛts ɡlˈoʊ; ðaɪn ɪz æt lˈiːst ɛlˈɪʒən wˈoʊ; ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst ɡˈʊdz nˈætʃɚɹəl dᵻkˈeɪ, ænd fˈeɪdɪst lˈaɪk ɐ stˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ ˌɪntʊ ɐn ˈætməsfˌɪɹ hˌuːz ʃˈaɪn wɪð fˈʊlɚ dˈeɪ ˈɔːɹmæstɚz ðˈaɪn, ˈɛntɚɹɪŋ dᵻfˈiːt æz tˈiː wɜːɹ ɐ ʃɹˈaɪn; fɔːɹ ˌʌs,  wiː tˈɜːn lˈaɪfz dˈaɪɚɹi ˈɔːɹ tə fˈaɪnd bˌʌt wˈʌn wˈɜːd,  nˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ.