text_original: Thou knowest no grief, though thy love may weep. A phantom smile, with a faint, wan beam, Is fixed on thy features sealed in sleep: Oh tell me the secret bliss of thy dream.
text_transcription: THOU KNOWEST NO GRIEF THOUGH THY LOVE MAY WEEP A PHANTOM SMILE WITH A FAINT WORN BEAM IS FIXED ON THY FEATURES SEALED IN SLEEP O TELL ME THE SECRET BLISS OF THY DREAM
phonemes: ðˈaʊ nˈoʊɪst nˈoʊ ɡɹˈiːf, ðˌoʊ ðˌaɪ lˈʌv mˈeɪ wˈiːp. ɐ fˈæntəm smˈaɪl, wɪð ɐ fˈeɪnt, wˈæn bˈiːm, ɪz fˈɪkst ˌɔn ðˌaɪ fˈiːtʃɚz sˈiːld ɪn slˈiːp: ˈoʊ tˈɛl mˌiː ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt blˈɪs ʌv ðˌaɪ dɹˈiːm.