text_original: i8o BACK TO THE WORLD. Good bye — the hour its summons brings, — Those moments few at end, In which you talked of strange new things With your chance wandering friend ! And now the world's swift  rushing stream Has caught you, sweeps you back, From where we strayed by paths of dream Beyond life's daily track.
text_transcription: BACK TO THE WORLD GOOD BYE THE HOUR ITS SUMMONS BRINGS THOSE MOMENTS FEW AT END IN WHICH YOU TALKED OF STRANGE NEW THINGS WITH YOUR CHANCE WANDERING FRIEND AND NOW THE WORLD'S SWIFT RUSHING STREAM HAS CAUGHT YOU SWEEPS YOU BACK FROM WHERE WE STRAYED BY PATHS OF DREAM BEYOND LIFE'S DAILY TRACK
phonemes: ˈaɪ ˈeɪt ˈoʊ bˈæk tuː ðə wˈɜːld. ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ — ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ɪts sˈʌmənz bɹˈɪŋz, — ðoʊz mˈoʊmənts fjˈuː æɾ ˈɛnd, ɪnwˌɪtʃ juː tˈɔːkt ʌv stɹˈeɪndʒ nˈuː θˈɪŋz wɪð jʊɹ tʃˈæns wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ fɹˈɛnd ! ænd nˈaʊ ðə wˈɜːldz swˈɪft ɹˈʌʃɪŋ stɹˈiːm hɐz kˈɔːt juː, swˈiːps juː bˈæk, fɹʌm wˈɛɹ wiː stɹˈeɪd baɪ pˈæθs ʌv dɹˈiːm bᵻjˌɔnd lˈaɪfz dˈeɪli tɹˈæk.