text_original: O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.
text_transcription: O LOVE THEY DIE IN YON RICH SKY THEY FAINT ON HILL OR FIELD OR RIVER OUR ECHOES ROLL FROM SOUL TO SOUL AND GROW FOREVER AND FOR EVER
phonemes: ˈoʊ lˈʌv, ðeɪ dˈaɪ ɪn jˈɑːn ɹˈɪtʃ skˈaɪ, ðeɪ fˈeɪnt ˌɔn hˈɪl ɔːɹ fˈiːld ɔːɹ ɹˈɪvɚ; ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɛkoʊz ɹˈoʊl fɹʌm sˈoʊl tə sˈoʊl, ænd ɡɹˈoʊ fɚɹˈɛvɚ ænd fɚɹˈɛvɚ.