text_original: I like to think of Winter nights made bright By book and hearth flame when we two shall smile At memories of to day  we two content To count our vanished dawns by candle light Seeing we hold in our old hands the while The gift of gold youth left us as she went.
text_transcription: I LIKE TO THINK OF WINTER NIGHTS MADE BRIGHT BY BOOK AND HALF FLAME WHEN WE TWO SHALL SMILE AT MEMORIES OF TO DAY WE TWO CONTENT TO COUNT OUR VANISHED DAWNS BY CANDOURIGHT SEEING WE HOLD IN OUR OLD HANDS THE WHILE THE GIFT OF GOLD YOUTH LEFT US AS SHE WENT
phonemes: aɪ lˈaɪk tə θˈɪŋk ʌv wˈɪntɚ nˈaɪts mˌeɪd bɹˈaɪt baɪ bˈʊk ænd hˈɑːɹθ flˈeɪm wɛn wiː tˈuː ʃˌæl smˈaɪl æt mˈɛmɚɹiz ʌv tə dˈeɪ wiː tˈuː kˈɑːntɛnt tə kˈaʊnt ˌaʊɚ vˈænɪʃt dˈɔːnz baɪ kˈændəl lˈaɪt sˈiːɪŋ wiː hˈoʊld ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊld hˈændz ðə wˈaɪl ðə ɡˈɪft ʌv ɡˈoʊld jˈuːθ lˈɛft ˌʌs æz ʃiː wˈɛnt.