text_original: Subtle as sad mirage; true and untrue She seems, and, pressing ever on in vain, I yearn across the mocking, tempting blue. Never she draws more near, never I gain A furlong's space toward where she sits and a miles; Smiles and cares nothing for my love and pain.
text_transcription: SUBTILLES SAID MIRAGE TRUE AND UNTRUE SHE SEEMS AND PRESSING EVER ON IN VAIN I YEARN ACROSS THE MOCKING TEMPTING BLUE NEVER SHE DRAWS MORE NEAR NEVER I GAIN A FURLONG SPACE TOWARD WHERE SHE SITS AND SMILES SMILES AND CARES NOTHING FOR MY LOVE AND PAIN
phonemes: sˈʌɾəl æz sˈæd mɚɹˈɑːʒ; tɹˈuː ænd ʌntɹˈuː ʃiː sˈiːmz, ænd, pɹˈɛsɪŋ ˈɛvɚɹ ˌɔn ɪn vˈeɪn, aɪ jˈɜːn əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈɑːkɪŋ, tˈɛmptɪŋ blˈuː. nˈɛvɚ ʃiː dɹˈɔːz mˈɔːɹ nˈɪɹ, nˈɛvɚɹ aɪ ɡˈeɪn ɐ fˈɜːlɔŋz spˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹd wˌɛɹ ʃiː sˈɪts ænd ɐ mˈaɪlz; smˈaɪlz ænd kˈɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ fɔːɹ maɪ lˈʌv ænd pˈeɪn.