text_original: Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed. Tims in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has hound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
text_transcription: WHOSE LIGHTS ARE FLED WHOSE GARLANDS STEAD AND ALL BUT HE DEPARTED THUS IN THE STILLY NIGHT EASY SAD MEMORY BRINGS THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS AROUND ME
phonemes: hˌuːz lˈaɪts ɑːɹ flˈɛd, hˌuːz ɡˈɑːɹləndz dˈɛd, ænd ˈɔːl bˌʌt hiː dᵻpˈɑːɹɾᵻd. tˈɪmz ɪnðə stˈɪli nˈaɪt, ˈɛɹ slˈʌmbɚz tʃˈeɪn hɐz hˈaʊnd mˌiː, sˈæd mˈɛmɚɹi bɹˈɪŋz ðə lˈaɪt ʌv ˈʌðɚ dˈeɪz ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː.