text_original: To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thv tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown ; Yet must thou hear a voice, — Restore the dead!
text_transcription: TO THEE THE LOVE OF WOMAN HATH GONE DOWN DARK FLOW THY TIDES OVER MANHOOD'S NOBLE HEAD OVER YOUTH'S BRIGHT LOOKS AND BEAUTY'S FLOWERY CROWN YET MUST THOU HEAR A VOICE RESTORE THE DEAD
phonemes: tə ðiː ðə lˈʌv ʌv wˈʊmən hæθ ɡɔn dˈaʊn, dˈɑːɹk flˈoʊ tˌiːˌeɪtʃvˈiː tˈaɪdz ˈɔːɹ mˈænhʊdz nˈoʊbəl hˈɛd, ˈɔːɹ jˈuːθz bɹˈaɪt lˈɑːks, ænd bjˈuːɾiz flˈaʊɚɹi kɹˈaʊn ; jˈɛt mˈʌst ðˈaʊ hˈɪɹ ɐ vˈɔɪs, — ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ ðə dˈɛd!