text_original: Oh, friends, I pray to night, Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow   The way is lonely; let me feel them now.
text_transcription: O FRIENDS I PRAY TO NIGHT KEEP NOT YOUR KISSES FOR MY DEAD COLD BROW THE WAY IS LONELY LET ME FEEL THEM NOW
phonemes: ˈoʊ, fɹˈɛndz, aɪ pɹˈeɪ tə nˈaɪt, kˈiːp nˌɑːt jʊɹ kˈɪsᵻz fɔːɹ maɪ dˈɛd, kˈoʊld bɹˈaʊ ðə wˈeɪ ɪz lˈoʊnli; lˈɛt mˌiː fˈiːl ðˌɛm nˈaʊ.