text_original: Yet I shall grieve not, though the eye that seeth me Gazeth through tears that makes its splendor dull; For oh! I sometimes fear when thou art with me, My cup of happiness is all too full.
text_transcription: YET I SHALL GRIEVE NOT THOUGH THE EYE THAT SEES ME GAZES THROUGH TEARS THAT MAKES ITS SPLENDOR DULL FOR OH I SOMETIMES FEAR WHEN THOU ART WITH ME MY CUP OF HAPPINESS IS ALL TOO FULL
phonemes: jˈɛt aɪʃˌɐl ɡɹˈiːv nˈɑːt, ðˌoʊ ðɪ ˈaɪ ðæt sˈiːθ mˌiː ɡˈeɪzəθ θɹuː tˈɪɹz ðæt mˌeɪks ɪts splˈɛndɚ dˈʌl; fɔːɹ ˈoʊ! aɪ sˈʌmtaɪmz fˈɪɹ wɛn ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt wɪð mˌiː, maɪ kˈʌp ʌv hˈæpɪnəs ɪz ˈɔːl tˈuː fˈʊl.