text_original: "Laughing words and peals of mirth, Long are changed to grave endeavor; Sorrow's winds have swept to earth Many a blossomed hope forever. Thunder heads have hovered o'er   Storms my path have chilled and shaded; Of the bloom my gay youth bore, Some has fruited  more has faded."
text_transcription: LAUGHING WORDS AND PEALS OF MIRTH LONG ARE CHANGED TO GRAVE ENDEAVOUR SORROW'S WINDS HAVE SWEPT TO EARTH MANY A BLOSSOMED HOPE FOR EVER THUNDERHEADS HAVE HOVERED O'ER STORMS FROM PATH HAVE CHILLED AND SHADED OF THE BLOOM I GAY YOUTH BORE SOME IS FRUITED MORE IS FATE
phonemes: "lˈæfɪŋ wˈɜːdz ænd pˈiːlz ʌv mˈɜːθ, lˈɔŋ ɑːɹ tʃˈeɪndʒd tə ɡɹˈeɪv ɛndˈɛvɚ; sˈɑːɹoʊz wˈɪndz hæv swˈɛpt tʊ ˈɜːθ mˈɛni ɐ blˈɔsəmd hˈoʊp fɚɹˈɛvɚ. θˈʌndɚ hˈɛdz hæv hˈʌvɚd ˈɔːɹ stˈɔːɹmz maɪ pˈæθ hæv tʃˈɪld ænd ʃˈeɪdᵻd; ʌvðə blˈuːm maɪ ɡˈeɪ jˈuːθ bˈɔːɹ, sˌʌm hɐz fɹˈuːɾᵻd mˈɔːɹ hɐz fˈeɪdᵻd."