text_original: AVE ATQUE VALE. Farewell, my Youth ! for now we needs must part, For here the paths divide ; 192 POEMS OF SENTIMENT. Here hand from hand must sever, heart from hearts  Divergence deep and wide. You '11 wear no withered roses for my sake, Though I go mourning for you all day long, Finding no magic more in bower or brake, No melody in song.
text_transcription: AVE AT CUERVALE FAREWELL MY YOUTH FOR NOW WE NEEDS MUST PART FOR HERE THE PAST DIVIDE HERE HAND FROM HAND MUST SEVER HEART FROM HEART DIVERGENCE DEEP AND WIDE YOU'LL WEAR NO WITHERED ROSES FOR MY SAKE THOUGH I GO MOURNING FOR YOU ALL DAY LONG FINDING NO MAGIC MORE IN BOWER OR BRAKE NO MALODY IN SONG
phonemes: ˈɑːveɪ ˈætk vˈeɪl. fɛɹwˈɛl, maɪ jˈuːθ ! fɔːɹ nˈaʊ wiː nˈiːdz mˈʌst pˈɑːɹt, fɔːɹ hˈɪɹ ðə pˈæθs dᵻvˈaɪd ; wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti tˈuː pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv sˈɛntɪmənt. hˈɪɹ hˈænd fɹʌm hˈænd mˈʌst sˈɛvɚ, hˈɑːɹt fɹʌm hˈɑːɹts daɪvˈɜːdʒəns dˈiːp ænd wˈaɪd. juː ɪlˈɛvən wˈɛɹ nˈoʊ wˈɪðɚd ɹˈoʊzᵻz fɔːɹ maɪ sˈeɪk, ðˌoʊ aɪ ɡˌoʊ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ fɔːɹ juː ˈɔːl dˈeɪ lˈɔŋ, fˈaɪndɪŋ nˈoʊ mˈædʒɪk mˈɔːɹ ɪn bˈaʊɚ ɔːɹ bɹˈeɪk, nˈoʊ mˈɛlədi ɪn sˈɔŋ.