text_original: So all the hours pass by some sweet grace Of thine, into my heart; And when at last the wan night comes apace And rapt in sleep and still, apart, Thy spirit lies, Feel thro' thy closed eyelids how mine eyes Dwell on thee with a love beyond compare, More humble and more clinging than a prayer.
text_transcription: SO ALL THE HOURS PASS BY SOME SWEET GRACE OF THINE INTO MY HEART AND WHEN AT LAST THE WARN NIGHT COMES APACE AND DRAPT IN SLEEP AND STILL APART THY SPIRIT LIES FEEL THROUGH THY CLOSED EYELIDS HOW MINE EYES DWELL ON THEE WITH A LOVE BEYOND COMPARE MORE HUMBLE AND MORE CLINGING THAN A PRAYER
phonemes: sˌoʊ ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈaʊɚz pˈæs baɪ sˌʌm swˈiːt ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv ðˈaɪn, ˌɪntʊ maɪ hˈɑːɹt; ænd wɛn æt lˈæst ðə wˈæn nˈaɪt kˈʌmz ɐpˈeɪs ænd ɹˈæpt ɪn slˈiːp ænd stˈɪl, ɐpˈɑːɹt, ðˌaɪ spˈɪɹɪt lˈaɪz, fˈiːl θɹˈoʊ ðˌaɪ klˈoʊzd ˈaɪlɪdz hˌaʊ mˈaɪn ˈaɪz dwˈɛl ˌɔn ðiː wɪð ɐ lˈʌv bᵻjˌɔnd kəmpˈɛɹ, mˈɔːɹ hˈʌmbəl ænd mˈɔːɹ klˈɪŋɪŋ ðˌænə pɹˈɛɹ.