text_original: Here where still The night wind hovers 'neath the pallid moon Give me this fleeting moment; all too soon The listless day will break upon the hill; This last sweet night is mine.
text_transcription: HERE WHERE STILL THE NIGHT WIND HOVERS NEATH THE PALLID MOON GIVE ME THIS FLEETING MOMENT ALL TOO SOON THE LISTLESS DAY WILL BREAK UPON THE HILL THIS LAST SWEET NIGHT IS MINE
phonemes: hˈɪɹ wˌɛɹ stˈɪl ðə nˈaɪt wˈɪnd hˈʌvɚz nˈiːθ ðə pˈælɪd mˈuːn ɡˈɪv mˌiː ðɪs flˈiːɾɪŋ mˈoʊmənt; ˈɔːl tˈuː sˈuːn ðə lˈɪstləs dˈeɪ wɪl bɹˈeɪk əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɪl; ðɪs lˈæst swˈiːt nˈaɪt ɪz mˈaɪn.