text_original: But this is past, and vex you he never will, With loving glance, or look of sad reproach; His lips move not, smile not at your approach; The flowers he clasps are not more calm and still.
text_transcription: BUT THIS IS PAST AND VEX YOU HE NEVER WILL WITH LOVING GLANCE OR LOOK OF SAD REPROACH HIS LIPS MOVE NOT SMILE NOT AT YOUR APPROACH THE FLOWERS HE CLASPS ARE NOT MORE CALM AND STILL
phonemes: bˌʌt ðɪs ɪz pˈæst, ænd vˈɛks juː hiː nˈɛvɚ wˈɪl, wɪð lˈʌvɪŋ ɡlˈæns, ɔːɹ lˈʊk ʌv sˈæd ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃ; hɪz lˈɪps mˈuːv nˈɑːt, smˈaɪl nˌɑːt æt jʊɹ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ; ðə flˈaʊɚz hiː klˈæsps ɑːɹ nˌɑːt mˈɔːɹ kˈɑːm ænd stˈɪl.