text_original: Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Xow dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.
text_transcription: OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT ERE SLUMBEROUS CHAIN HAS BOUND ME FOND MEMORY BRINGS THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS AROUND ME THE SMILES THE TEARS OF BOYHOOD'S YEARS THE WORDS OF LOVE THEN SPOKEN THE EYES THAT SHONE NOW DIMMED AND GONE THE CHEERFUL HEARTS NOW BROKEN
phonemes: ˈɔft ɪnðə stˈɪli nˈaɪt, ˈɛɹ slˈʌmbɚz tʃˈeɪn hɐz bˈaʊnd mˌiː, fˈɑːnd mˈɛmɚɹi bɹˈɪŋz ðə lˈaɪt ʌv ˈʌðɚ dˈeɪz ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː : ðə smˈaɪlz, ðə tˈɪɹz, ʌv bˈɔɪhʊdz jˈɪɹz, ðə wˈɜːdz ʌv lˈʌv ðˈɛn spˈoʊkən ; ðɪ ˈaɪz ðæt ʃˈɑːn, zˈoʊ dˈɪmd ænd ɡˈɔn, ðə tʃˈɪɹfəl hˈɑːɹts nˈaʊ bɹˈoʊkən.