text_original: " But how would it be, if the past were a past, That no human love could undo. And my strength should fail, and I found at the last That I could but sink with you ? *' 199 THERE CAME A SMILE. As if to the earth, so low he bowed — " I go my way '' — cried he ; And she curtsied deep, and she curtsied proud  " Too much of grace for me."
text_transcription: BUT HOW WOULD IT BE IF THE PAST WERE A PAST THAT NO HUMAN HEART COULD UNDO AND MY STRENGTH SHOULD FAIL AND I FOUND AT THE LAST THAT I COULD BUT SINK WITH YOU THERE CAME A SMILE AS IF TO THE EARTH SO LOW HE BOWED I GO MY WAY CRIED HE AND SHE CURTSIED DEEP AND SHE CURTSIED PROUD TOO MUCH OF GRACE FOR ME
phonemes: " bˌʌt hˌaʊ wʊd ɪt bˈiː, ɪf ðə pˈæst wɜːɹ ɐ pˈæst, ðæt nˈoʊ hjˈuːmən lˈʌv kʊd ʌndˈuː. ænd maɪ stɹˈɛŋθ ʃˌʊd fˈeɪl, ænd aɪ fˈaʊnd æt ðə lˈæst ðæt aɪ kʊd bˌʌt sˈɪŋk wɪð juː ? ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti nˈaɪn ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɐ smˈaɪl. æz ɪf tə ðɪ ˈɜːθ, sˌoʊ lˈoʊ hiː bˈaʊd — " aɪ ɡˌoʊ maɪ wˈeɪ — kɹˈaɪd hiː ; ænd ʃiː kˈɜːtsid dˈiːp, ænd ʃiː kˈɜːtsid pɹˈaʊd  " tˈuː mʌtʃ ʌv ɡɹˈeɪs fɔːɹ mˌiː."