text_original: Ah, no! My love, my love, I cannot let you go. Like sun in Egypt, ever kind and fair, My heart must wake at dawn and know you there   No dread of day which holds a weeping rain, No dread of chilly love and bitter pain, But ever present, ever wise and true, To morrow and to morrow holding you.
text_transcription: AH NO MY LOVE MY LOVE I CANNOT LET YOU GO LIKE SUN IN EGYPT EVER KIND AND FAIR MY HEART MUST WAKE AT DAWN AND NO YOU THERE NO DREAD OF DAY WHICH HOLDS A WEEPING RAIN NO DREAD OF CHILLY LOVE AND BITTER PAIN BUT EVER PRESENT EVER WISE AND TRUE TO MORROW AND TO MORROW HOLDING YOU
phonemes: ˈɑː, nˈoʊ! maɪ lˈʌv, maɪ lˈʌv, aɪ kænˈɑːt lˈɛt juː ɡˈoʊ. lˈaɪk sˈʌn ɪn ˈiːdʒɪpt, ˈɛvɚ kˈaɪnd ænd fˈɛɹ, maɪ hˈɑːɹt mˈʌst wˈeɪk æt dˈɔːn ænd nˈoʊ juː ðɛɹ nˈoʊ dɹˈɛd ʌv dˈeɪ wˌɪtʃ hˈoʊldz ɐ wˈiːpɪŋ ɹˈeɪn, nˈoʊ dɹˈɛd ʌv tʃˈɪli lˈʌv ænd bˈɪɾɚ pˈeɪn, bˌʌt ˈɛvɚ pɹˈɛzənt, ˈɛvɚ wˈaɪz ænd tɹˈuː, tə mˈɑːɹoʊ ænd tə mˈɑːɹoʊ hˈoʊldɪŋ juː.