text_original: My hope no longer burneth, Which did so fiercely burn, My joy to sorrow turneth, Although loath, loath to turn   I would forget   And yet  and yet My heart to thee still yearneth, Marian!
text_transcription: MY HOPE NO LONGER BURNETH WHICH DID SO FIERCELY BURN MY JOY TO SORROW TURNETH ALTHOUGH LOATH LOATH TO TURN I WOULD FORGET AND YET AND YET MY HEART TO THEE STILL YEARNETH MARIAN
phonemes: maɪ hˈoʊp nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ bˈɜːnəθ, wˌɪtʃ dˈɪd sˌoʊ fˈɪɹsli bˈɜːn, maɪ dʒˈɔɪ tə sˈɑːɹoʊ tˈɜːnəθ, ɔːlðˈoʊ lˈoʊθ, lˈoʊθ tə tˈɜːn aɪ wʊd fɚɡˈɛt ænd jˈɛt ænd jˈɛt maɪ hˈɑːɹt tə ðiː stˈɪl jˈɜːnəθ, mˈæɹiən!