text_original: Forgetting all things left behind, We strain each nerve to win it, But when 'tis ours—alas! we find There's nothing in it.
text_transcription: FORGETTING ALL THINGS LEFT BEHIND WE STRAIN EACH NERVE TO WIN IT BUT WHEN TIS OURS ALAS WE FIND THERE IS NOTHING IN IT
phonemes: fɚɡˈɛɾɪŋ ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz lˈɛft bᵻhˈaɪnd, wiː stɹˈeɪn ˈiːtʃ nˈɜːv tə wˈɪn ɪt, bˌʌt wɛn tˈɪz aʊɚz—ɐlˈæs! wiː fˈaɪnd ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ ɪn ɪt.