text_original: I have known them, the brave mists that wane And the glory and peace of the skies. Where all strife and impatience are vain And ahush are all passionate sighs, For I gazed in the deeps of Love's eyes, And I know what no seraphs shall gain!
text_transcription: I HAVE KNOWN THEM THE BRAVE MISTS THAT WANE AND THE GLORY AND PEACE OF THE SKIES WHERE ALL STRIFE AND IMPATIENCE ARE VAIN AND THE HUSH ARE ALL PASSIONATE SIGHS FOR I GAZED IN THE DEEPS OF LOVE'S EYES AND I KNOW WHAT NO SERAPHS SHALL GAIN
phonemes: aɪ hæv nˈoʊn ðˌɛm, ðə bɹˈeɪv mˈɪsts ðæt wˈeɪn ænd ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ænd pˈiːs ʌvðə skˈaɪz. wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl stɹˈaɪf ænd ɪmpˈeɪʃəns ɑːɹ vˈeɪn ænd ˈæhʌʃ ɑːɹ ˈɔːl pˈæʃənət sˈaɪz, fɔːɹ aɪ ɡˈeɪzd ɪnðə dˈiːps ʌv lˈʌvz ˈaɪz, ænd aɪ nˈoʊ wʌt nˈoʊ sˈɛɹəfz ʃˌæl ɡˈeɪn!