text_original: And faint at first and fitfully, Then sweet and shrill and near, We heard the eternal harmony That only angels hear; And many a hue of many a gem We found for you to wear, And many a shining diadem To bind about your hair; We saw beneath us faint and far The little cloudlets strewn, And I became a wandering star, And you became my moon.
text_transcription: AND FAINT AT FIRST AND FITFULLY THEN SWEET AND SHRILL AND NEAR WE HEARD THE ETERNAL HARMONY THAT ONLY ANGELS HEAR AND MANY A YEW OF MANY A GEM WE FOUND FOR YOU TO WEAR AND MANY A SHINING DIADEM TO BIND ABOUT YOUR HAIR WE SAW BENEATH US FAINT AND FAR THE LITTLE CLOUDLETS STREWN AND I BECAME A WANDERING STAR AND YOU BECAME MY MOON
phonemes: ænd fˈeɪnt æt fˈɜːst ænd fˈɪtfəli, ðˈɛn swˈiːt ænd ʃɹˈɪl ænd nˈɪɹ, wiː hˈɜːd ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl hˈɑːɹməni ðæt ˈoʊnli ˈeɪndʒəlz hˈɪɹ; ænd mˈɛni ɐ hjˈuː ʌv mˈɛni ɐ dʒˈɛm wiː fˈaʊnd fɔːɹ juː tə wˈɛɹ, ænd mˈɛni ɐ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ dˈaɪədəm tə bˈaɪnd ɐbˌaʊt jʊɹ hˈɛɹ; wiː sˈɔː bᵻnˌiːθ ˌʌs fˈeɪnt ænd fˈɑːɹ ðə lˈɪɾəl klˈaʊdlɪts stɹˈuːn, ænd aɪ bɪkˌeɪm ɐ wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ stˈɑːɹ, ænd juː bɪkˌeɪm maɪ mˈuːn.