text_original: And found no word to say. And yet I dream'd you stood last night, In your old pleasant way. And talked of all the trifles light. And what the gossips say. Your kind good self, that once I knew — But that 's no longer so — Well, well — how fares it now with you. As on the swift years go
text_transcription: AND FOUND NO WORD TO SAY AND YET I DREAMED YOU STOOD LAST NIGHT IN YOUR OLD PLEASANT WAY AND TALKED OF ALL THE TRIFLES LIGHT AND WHAT THE GOSSIPS SAY YOUR KIND GOOD SELF THAT ONCE I KNEW BUT THAT'S NO LONGER SO WELL WELL HOW FARES IT NOW WITH YOU AS ON THE SWIFT YEARS GO
phonemes: ænd fˈaʊnd nˈoʊ wˈɜːd tə sˈeɪ. ænd jˈɛt aɪ dɹˈiːmd juː stˈʊd lˈæst nˈaɪt, ɪn jʊɹ ˈoʊld plˈɛzənt wˈeɪ. ænd tˈɔːkt ʌv ˈɔːl ðə tɹˈaɪfəlz lˈaɪt. ænd wʌt ðə ɡˈɑːsɪps sˈeɪ. jʊɹ kˈaɪnd ɡˈʊd sˈɛlf, ðæt wˈʌns aɪ nˈuː — bˌʌt ðæt ˈɛs nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ sˈoʊ — wˈɛl, wˈɛl — hˌaʊ fˈɛɹz ɪt nˈaʊ wɪð juː. æz ɔnðə swˈɪft jˈɪɹz ɡˈoʊ