text_original: O, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die!
text_transcription: O EVER DOES FROM CHILDHOOD'S HOUR I'VE SEEN MY FONDEST HOPES DECAY I NEVER LOVED A TREE OR FLOWER BUT WAS THE FIRST TO FADE AWAY I NEVER NURSED THE DEAR GAZELLE TO GLAD ME WITH ITS SOFT BLACK EYE BUT WHEN IT CAME TO KNOW ME WELL AND LOVE ME IT WAS SURE TO DIE
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ˈɛvɚ ðˈʌs, fɹʌm tʃˈaɪldhʊdz ˈaʊɚ, aɪv sˈiːn maɪ fˈɑːndɪst hˈoʊps dᵻkˈeɪ; aɪ nˈɛvɚ lˈʌvd ɐ tɹˈiː ɔːɹ flˈaʊɚ bˌʌt tˈiː wʌzðə fˈɜːst tə fˈeɪd ɐwˈeɪ. aɪ nˈɛvɚ nˈɜːsd ɐ dˈɪɹ ɡəzˈɛl, tə ɡlˈæd mˌiː wɪð ɪts sˈɔft blˈæk ˈaɪ, bˌʌt wɛn ɪt kˈeɪm tə nˈoʊ mˌiː wˈɛl, ænd lˈʌv mˌiː, ɪt wʌz ʃˈʊɹ tə dˈaɪ!