text_original: From this to this the path is drear; there's always something each joy to mar, Till the past that is real becomes ideal under the gold of life's twilight star.
text_transcription: FROM THIS TO THIS THE PATH IS DREAR THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING EACH JOY TO MAR TILL THE PAST THAT IS REAL BECOMES IDEAL UNDER THE GOLD OF LIFE'S TWILIGHT STAR
phonemes: fɹʌm ðɪs tə ðɪs ðə pˈæθ ɪz dɹˈɪɹ; ðɛɹz ˈɔːlweɪz sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈiːtʃ dʒˈɔɪ tə mˈɑːɹ, tˈɪl ðə pˈæst ðæt ɪz ɹˈiːəl bɪkˌʌmz aɪdˈiəl ˌʌndɚ ðə ɡˈoʊld ʌv lˈaɪfz twˈaɪlaɪt stˈɑːɹ.