text_original: Like idle clouds our lives move on, By change and chance as idly blown; Our hopes like netted sparrows fly, And vainly beat their wings and die. Fate conquers all with stony will, Oh, heart, be still  be still!
text_transcription: LIKE IDLE CLOUDS OUR LIVES MOVE ON BY CHANGE AND CHANCE AS IDLY BLOWN OUR HOPES LIKE NETTED SPARROWS FLY AND VAINLY BEAT THEIR WINGS AND DIE FATE CONQUERS ALL WITH STONY WILL O HEART BE STILL BE STILL
phonemes: lˈaɪk ˈaɪdəl klˈaʊdz ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪvz mˈuːv ˈɔn, baɪ tʃˈeɪndʒ ænd tʃˈæns æz ˈaɪdli blˈoʊn; ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊps lˈaɪk nˈɛɾᵻd spˈæɹoʊz flˈaɪ, ænd vˈeɪnli bˈiːt ðɛɹ wˈɪŋz ænd dˈaɪ. fˈeɪt kˈɑːŋkɚz ˈɔːl wɪð stˈoʊni wˈɪl, ˈoʊ, hˈɑːɹt, biː stˈɪl biː stˈɪl!