text_original: But stay we here, contented as of old, Though night itself strike out the sky above, Loving within us the idea we hold Of this most wondrous, steadfast thing, our love.
text_transcription: BUT STAY WE HERE CONTENTED AS OF OLD THOUGH NIGHT ITSELF DRAG OUT THE SKY ABOVE LOVING WITHIN US THE IDEA WE HOLD OF THIS MOST WONDROUS STEADFAST THING OUR LOVE
phonemes: bˌʌt stˈeɪ wiː hˈɪɹ, kəntˈɛntᵻd æz ʌv ˈoʊld, ðˌoʊ nˈaɪt ɪtsˈɛlf stɹˈaɪk ˈaʊt ðə skˈaɪ əbˈʌv, lˈʌvɪŋ wɪðˌɪn ˌʌs ðɪ aɪdˈiə wiː hˈoʊld ʌv ðɪs mˈoʊst wˈʌndɹəs, stˈɛdfæst θˈɪŋ, ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv.