text_original: If I must live, And feel the ashes of oblivion About my soul, Let life be fearful, let me feel the whole, Despair, and face the sunrise if I grieve Let it but be the tarrying of the sun.
text_transcription: IF I MUST LIVE AND FEEL THE ASHES OF OBLIVION ABOUT MY SOUL LET LIFE BE FEARFUL LET ME FEEL THE WHOLE DESPAIR AND FACE THE SUNRISE IF I GRIEVE LET IT BUT BE THE TARRYING OF THE SUN
phonemes: ɪf aɪ mˈʌst lˈɪv, ænd fˈiːl ðɪ ˈæʃᵻz ʌv əblˈɪviən ɐbˌaʊt maɪ sˈoʊl, lˈɛt lˈaɪf biː fˈɪɹfəl, lˈɛt mˌiː fˈiːl ðə hˈoʊl, dᵻspˈɛɹ, ænd fˈeɪs ðə sˈʌnɹaɪz ɪf aɪ ɡɹˈiːv lˈɛt ɪt bˌʌt biː ðə tˈæɹiɪŋ ʌvðə sˈʌn.