text_original: I know that I no more should see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around .my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go.
text_transcription: I KNOW THAT I NO MORE SHOULD SEE THE SEASON'S GLORIOUS SHOW NOR WOULD ITS BRIGHTNESS SHINE FOR ME NOR ITS WILD MUSIC FLOW BUT IF AROUND MY PLACE OF SLEEP THE FRIENDS I LOVE SHOULD COME TO WEEP THEY MIGHT NOT HASTE TO GO
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ ðæt aɪ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʃˌʊd sˈiː ðə sˈiːzənz ɡlˈɔːɹiəs ʃˈoʊ, nˈɔːɹ wʊd ɪts bɹˈaɪtnəs ʃˈaɪn fɔːɹ mˌiː, nˈɔːɹ ɪts wˈaɪld mjˈuːzɪk flˈoʊ ; bˌʌt ɪf, ɚɹˈaʊnd .maɪ plˈeɪs ʌv slˈiːp, ðə fɹˈɛndz aɪ lˈʌv ʃˌʊd kˈʌm tə wˈiːp, ðeɪ mˌaɪt nˌɑːt hˈeɪst tə ɡˈoʊ.