text_original: Can there be sadness anywhere In the world to night? Or tears or sighs Beneath such festal moon and skies? Can there be memory or despair? What is it, beloved? Why point you there, With sudden dew in those dearest eyes?
text_transcription: CAN THERE BE SADNESS ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD TO NIGHT OR TEARS OR SIGHS BENEATH SUCH FESTAL MOON AND SKIES CAN THERE BE MEMORY OR DESPAIR WHAT IS IT BELOVED WHY POINT YOU THERE WITH SUDDEN DEW IN THOSE DEAREST EYES
phonemes: kæn ðɛɹbˈiː sˈædnəs ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ ɪnðə wˈɜːld tə nˈaɪt? ɔːɹ tˈɪɹz ɔːɹ sˈaɪz bᵻnˌiːθ sˈʌtʃ fˈɛstəl mˈuːn ænd skˈaɪz? kæn ðɛɹbˈiː mˈɛmɚɹi ɔːɹ dᵻspˈɛɹ? wˌʌt ɪz ɪt, bᵻlˈʌvd? wˌaɪ pˈɔɪnt juː ðˈɛɹ, wɪð sˈʌdən dˈuː ɪn ðoʊz dˈɪɹɪst ˈaɪz?