text_original: Like a shining angel At my cabin door, Shod with hope and silence, Day is come once more. Then, as if in sorrow That you are not here, All his magic beauties Gray and disappear.
text_transcription: LIKE A SHINING ANGEL AT MY CABIN DOOR SHOD WITH HOPE AND SILENCE DAY IS COME ONCE MORE THEN AS IF IN SORROW THAT YOU ARE NOT HERE ALL HIS MAGIC BEAUTIES GREY AND DISAPPEAR
phonemes: lˈaɪk ɐ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ˈeɪndʒəl æt maɪ kˈæbɪn dˈɔːɹ, ʃˈɑːd wɪð hˈoʊp ænd sˈaɪləns, dˈeɪ ɪz kˈʌm wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ. ðˈɛn, æz ɪf ɪn sˈɑːɹoʊ ðæt juː ɑːɹ nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ, ˈɔːl hɪz mˈædʒɪk bjˈuːɾiz ɡɹˈeɪ ænd dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹ.