text_original: Though in the dark the rain sobs on, I heed its sound no more; For voices of the old, old days Are calling as of yore.
text_transcription: THOUGH IN THE DARK THE RAIN SOBS ON I HEED IT SOUND NO MORE FOR VOICES OF THE OLD OLD DAYS ARE CALLING AS OF YORE
phonemes: ðˌoʊ ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk ðə ɹˈeɪn sˈɑːbz ˈɔn, aɪ hˈiːd ɪts sˈaʊnd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ; fɔːɹ vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld, ˈoʊld dˈeɪz ɑːɹ kˈɔːlɪŋ æz ʌv jˈɔːɹ.