text_original: Though youth may fade, and love grow cold, And friends prove false, and best hopes blight, Yet the sun will wade in waves of gold, And the stars in glory will shine at night. Though all earth's joys from my life are missed, And I of the whole world stand bereft, Yet dawns will be purple and amethyst, And I cannot be sad while the seas are left.
text_transcription: THOUGH YOUTH MAY FADE AND LOVE GROW COLD AND FRIENDS PROVE FAULTS AND BEST HOPES BLIGHT YET THE SUN WILL WADE IN WAVES OF GOLD AND THE STARS IN GLORY WILL SHINE AT NIGHT THOUGH ALL EARTH'S JOYS FROM MY LIFE ARE MISSED AND I OF THE WHOLE WORLD STAND BEREFT YET DAWNS WILL BE PURPLE AND AMETHYST AND I CANNOT BE SAID WHY THE SEAS ARE LEFT
phonemes: ðˌoʊ jˈuːθ mˈeɪ fˈeɪd, ænd lˈʌv ɡɹˈoʊ kˈoʊld, ænd fɹˈɛndz pɹˈuːv fˈɔls, ænd bˈɛst hˈoʊps blˈaɪt, jˈɛt ðə sˈʌn wɪl wˈeɪd ɪn wˈeɪvz ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ænd ðə stˈɑːɹz ɪn ɡlˈɔːɹi wɪl ʃˈaɪn æt nˈaɪt. ðˌoʊ ˈɔːl ˈɜːθz dʒˈɔɪz fɹʌm maɪ lˈaɪf ɑːɹ mˈɪst, ænd aɪ ʌvðə hˈoʊl wˈɜːld stˈænd bᵻɹˈɛft, jˈɛt dˈɔːnz wɪl biː pˈɜːpəl ænd ˈæməθˌɪst, ænd aɪ kænˈɑːt biː sˈæd wˌaɪl ðə sˈiːz ɑːɹ lˈɛft.