text_original: O the long years that followed! It would seem That the sun never shone in all those years, Or only with a sudden, troubled glint Flashed on Antonio's curls, as he went by Doffing his cap, with eyes of wistful love Raised to my face,  my conscious, woful face.
text_transcription: OH THE LONG YEARS THAT FOLLOWED IT WOULD SEEM THAT THE SUN NEVER SHONE IN ALL THOSE YEARS OR ONLY WITH A SUDDEN TROUBLED GLINT FLASHED ON ANTONIA'S CURLS AS HE WENT BY DOFFING HIS CAP WITH EYES OF WISTFUL LOVE RAISED TO MY FACE MY CONSCIOUS WOEFUL FACE
phonemes: ˈoʊ ðə lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz ðæt fˈɑːloʊd! ɪt wʊd sˈiːm ðætðə sˈʌn nˈɛvɚ ʃˈɑːn ɪn ˈɔːl ðoʊz jˈɪɹz, ɔːɹ ˈoʊnli wɪð ɐ sˈʌdən, tɹˈʌbəld ɡlˈɪnt flˈæʃt ˌɔn æntˈoʊnɪˌoʊz kˈɜːlz, æz hiː wɛnt baɪ dˈɑːfɪŋ hɪz kˈæp, wɪð ˈaɪz ʌv wˈɪstfəl lˈʌv ɹˈeɪzd tə maɪ fˈeɪs,  maɪ kˈɑːnʃəs, wˈoʊfəl fˈeɪs.