text_original: Yes! one sad thing on the happy earth! Like a mourner's veil in the bridal array, Or a sorrowful sigh in the music gay, A shade on the sun, in the feast a dearth, Drawn like a ghost across our way, Torcello sits and rebukes our mirth.
text_transcription: YES ONE SAD THING ON THE HAPPY EARTH LIKE A MOURNA'S VEIL IN THE BRIDAL ARRAY OR A SORROWFUL SIGH IN THE MUSIC GAY A SHADE ON THE SUN AND THE FEAST OF DEARTH DRAWN LIKE A GHOST ACROSS OUR WAY TORCHELLO SITS AND REBUKES OUR MIRTH
phonemes: jˈɛs! wˈʌn sˈæd θˈɪŋ ɔnðə hˈæpi ˈɜːθ! lˈaɪk ɐ mˈɔːɹnɚz vˈeɪl ɪnðə bɹˈaɪdəl ɚɹˈeɪ, ɔːɹ ɐ sˈɑːɹoʊfəl sˈaɪ ɪnðə mjˈuːzɪk ɡˈeɪ, ɐ ʃˈeɪd ɔnðə sˈʌn, ɪnðə fˈiːst ɐ dˈɜːθ, dɹˈɔːn lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈoʊst əkɹˌɑːs ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ, tɔːɹtʃˈɛloʊ sˈɪts ænd ɹᵻbjˈuːks ˌaʊɚ mˈɜːθ.