text_original: MASKED. Lying alone I dreamed a dream last night: Methought that Joy had come to comfort me For all the past, its suffering and slight, Yet in my heart I felt this could not be. All that he said unreal seemed and strange, Too beautiful to last beyond to morrow; Then suddenly his features seemed to change,   The mask of joy dropped from the face of Sorrow.
text_transcription: MASKED LYING ALONE I DREAMED A DREAM LAST NIGHT METHOUGHT THAT JOY HAD COME TO COMFORT ME FOR ALL THE PAST ITS SUFFERING AND SLIGHT YET IN MY HEART I FELT THIS COULD NOT BE ALL THAT HE SAID UNREAL SEEMED AND STRANGE TOO BEAUTIFUL TO LAST BEYOND TO MORROW THEN SUDDENLY HIS FEATURES SEEMED TO CHANGE THE MASK OF JOY DROPPED FROM THE FACE OF SORROW
phonemes: mˈæskt. lˈaɪɪŋ ɐlˈoʊn aɪ dɹˈiːmd ɐ dɹˈiːm lˈæst nˈaɪt: mɪθˈɔːt ðæt dʒˈɔɪ hæd kˈʌm tə kˈʌmfɚt mˌiː fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə pˈæst, ɪts sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ ænd slˈaɪt, jˈɛt ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt aɪ fˈɛlt ðɪs kʊd nˌɑːt bˈiː. ˈɔːl ðæt hiː sˈɛd ʌnɹˈiːəl sˈiːmd ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ, tˈuː bjˈuːɾifəl tə lˈæst bᵻjˌɔnd tə mˈɑːɹoʊ; ðˈɛn sˈʌdənli hɪz fˈiːtʃɚz sˈiːmd tə tʃˈeɪndʒ,   ðə mˈæsk ʌv dʒˈɔɪ dɹˈɑːpt fɹʌmðə fˈeɪs ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ.