text_original: So we passed in the golden days With the summer down to the sea. They wander still over weary ways, And come not again to me.
text_transcription: SO WE PASSED IN THE GOLDEN DAYS WITH THE SUMMER DOWN TO THE SEA THEY WANDER STILL OVER WEARY WAYS AND COME NOT AGAIN TO ME
phonemes: sˌoʊ wiː pˈæst ɪnðə ɡˈoʊldən dˈeɪz wɪððə sˈʌmɚ dˌaʊn tə ðə sˈiː. ðeɪ wˈɔndɚ stˈɪl ˌoʊvɚ wˈɪɹi wˈeɪz, ænd kˈʌm nˌɑːt ɐɡˈɛn tə mˌiː.