text_original: Only a year, and I had hoped to spend A life of pleasant communing, to be A kindred spirit holding fast to thee, We never thought that love had such an end. This was the end love made, for our delight, For one sweet year he cannot take away;   Those tapers burning in the dim half light, Those kneeling women with a cross that pray, And there, beneath green leaves and lilies white, Beyond the reach of love, our loved one lay.
text_transcription: ONLY A YEAR AND I HAD HOPED TO SPEND A LIFE OF PLEASANT COMMUNING TO BE A KINDRED SPIRIT HOLDING FAST TO THEE WE NEVER THOUGHT THAT LOVE HAD SUCH AN END THIS WAS THE END LOVE MADE FOR OUR DELIGHT FOR ONE SWEET YEAR HE CANNOT TAKE AWAY THOSE TAPERS BURNING IN THE DIM HALF LIGHT THOSE KNEELING WOMEN WITH THE CROSS THAT PRAY AND THERE BENEATH GREEN LEAVES AND LILIES WHITE BEYOND THE REACH OF LOVE OUR LOVED ONE LAY
phonemes: ˈoʊnli ɐ jˈɪɹ, ænd aɪ hæd hˈoʊpt tə spˈɛnd ɐ lˈaɪf ʌv plˈɛzənt kˈɑːmjuːnɪŋ, təbi ɐ kˈɪndɹɪd spˈɪɹɪt hˈoʊldɪŋ fˈæst tə ðˈiː, wiː nˈɛvɚ θˈɔːt ðæt lˈʌv hæd sˈʌtʃ ɐn ˈɛnd. ðɪs wʌzðɪ ˈɛnd lˈʌv mˈeɪd, fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ dᵻlˈaɪt, fɔːɹ wˈʌn swˈiːt jˈɪɹ hiː kænˈɑːt tˈeɪk ɐwˈeɪ;   ðoʊz tˈeɪpɚz bˈɜːnɪŋ ɪnðə dˈɪm hˈæf lˈaɪt, ðoʊz nˈiːlɪŋ wˈɪmɪn wɪð ɐ kɹˈɔs ðæt pɹˈeɪ, ænd ðˈɛɹ, bᵻnˌiːθ ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːvz ænd lˈɪliz wˈaɪt, bᵻjˌɔnd ðə ɹˈiːtʃ ʌv lˈʌv, ˌaʊɚ lˈʌvd wˈʌn lˈeɪ.