text_original: Though over you a shadow always falls, And far above you rise those heights of snow, So far, your yearning love you may not speak With rosy flush like some high sister peak, Yet you may clasp its feet in fond embrace, And gaze up in its face.
text_transcription: THOUGH OVER YOU A SHADOW ALWAYS FALLS AND FAR ABOVE YOU RISE THOSE HEIGHTS OF SNOW SO FAR YOUR YEARNING LOVE YOU MAY NOT SPEAK WITH ROSY FLUSH LIKE SOME HIGH SISTER PEAK YET YOU MAY CLASP ITS FEET IN FOND EMBRACE AND GAZE UP IN ITS FACE
phonemes: ðˌoʊ ˌoʊvɚ juː ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ˈɔːlweɪz fˈɔːlz, ænd fˈɑːɹ əbˌʌv juː ɹˈaɪz ðoʊz hˈaɪts ʌv snˈoʊ, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ, jʊɹ jˈɜːnɪŋ lˈʌv juː mˈeɪ nˌɑːt spˈiːk wɪð ɹˈoʊzi flˈʌʃ lˈaɪk sˌʌm hˈaɪ sˈɪstɚ pˈiːk, jˈɛt juː mˈeɪ klˈæsp ɪts fˈiːt ɪn fˈɑːnd ɛmbɹˈeɪs, ænd ɡˈeɪz ˌʌp ɪn ɪts fˈeɪs.