text_original: The low sun crowns with gold your gracious head, The heavy lilies nod upon their bed   I look at you, and find my life complete.
text_transcription: THE LOW SUN CROWNS WITH GOLD YOUR GRACIOUS HEAD THE HEAVY LILIES NOD UPON THEIR BED I LOOK AT YOU AND FIND MY LIFE COMPLETE
phonemes: ðə lˈoʊ sˈʌn kɹˈaʊnz wɪð ɡˈoʊld jʊɹ ɡɹˈeɪʃəs hˈɛd, ðə hˈɛvi lˈɪliz nˈɑːd əpˌɑːn ðɛɹ bˈɛd aɪ lˈʊk æt juː, ænd fˈaɪnd maɪ lˈaɪf kəmplˈiːt.