text_original: The sunlight, too, seems pale with care, Or sick with woe; The memory haunts it of her hair, Its golden glow.
text_transcription: THE SUNLIGHT TOO SEEMS PALE WITH CARE OR SICK WITH WOE THE MEMORY HAUNTS IT OF HER HAIR ITS GOLDEN GLOW
phonemes: ðə sˈʌnlaɪt, tˈuː, sˈiːmz pˈeɪl wɪð kˈɛɹ, ɔːɹ sˈɪk wɪð wˈoʊ; ðə mˈɛmɚɹi hˈɔːnts ɪɾ ʌv hɜː hˈɛɹ, ɪts ɡˈoʊldən ɡlˈoʊ.