text_original: 88 ON THE FURTHER SIDE. Only a bit of land locked bay, With a haunting face on the further side ; Yet the ocean as well might bar the way, So far from each other our lives divide. For you jest at times, and at times you pray, And you tread a path that cannot be mine And the world is with you from day to day. And all that you are, I dare not divine.
text_transcription: ON THE FURTHER SIDE ONLY A BIT OF LANDLOCKED BAY WITH A HAUNTING FACE ON THE FURTHER SIDE YET THE OCEAN AS WELL MIGHT BAR THE WAY SO FAR FROM EACH OTHER OUR LIVES DIVIDE FOR YOU JEST AT TIMES AND AT TIMES YOU PRAY AND YOU TREAD A PATH THAT CANNOT BE MINE AND THE WORLD IS WITH YOU FROM DAY TO DAY AND ALL THAT YOU ARE I DARE NOT DIVINE
phonemes: ˈeɪɾi ˈeɪt ɔnðə fˈɜːðɚ sˈaɪd. ˈoʊnli ɐ bˈɪt ʌv lˈænd lˈɑːkt bˈeɪ, wɪð ɐ hˈɔːntɪŋ fˈeɪs ɔnðə fˈɜːðɚ sˈaɪd ; jˈɛt ðɪ ˈoʊʃən æz wˈɛl mˌaɪt bˈɑːɹ ðə wˈeɪ, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ fɹʌm ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚɹ ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪvz dᵻvˈaɪd. fɔːɹ juː dʒˈɛst æt tˈaɪmz, ænd æt tˈaɪmz juː pɹˈeɪ, ænd juː tɹˈɛd ɐ pˈæθ ðæt kænˈɑːt biː mˈaɪn ænd ðə wˈɜːld ɪz wɪð juː fɹʌm dˈeɪ tə dˈeɪ. ænd ˈɔːl ðˈæt juː ɑːɹ, aɪ dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt dᵻvˈaɪn.