text_original: 1 84 IN THE YEARS AFTER THE SALE. She sits at her glass with musing heart, And thinks of the days that were, Before she sold at the world's great mart That face so passing fair. And she wonders what she would give and give, If out of that glass could rise, A face that lies dead in the years that are fled. With the hope and the trust in its eyes.
text_transcription: IN THE YEARS AFTER THE SALE SHE SITS AT HER GLASS WITH MUSING HEART AND THINKS OF THE DAYS THAT WERE BEFORE SHE SOLD AT THE WORLD'S GREAT MART THAT FACE SO PASSING FAIR AND SHE WONDERS WHAT SHE WOULD GIVE AND GIVE IF OUT OF THAT GLASS COULD RISE A FACE THAT LIES DEAD IN THE YEARS THAT ARE FLED WITH THE HOPE AND TRUST IN ITS EYES
phonemes: wˈʌn ˈeɪɾi fˈɔːɹ ɪnðə jˈɪɹz ˈæftɚ ðə sˈeɪl. ʃiː sˈɪts æt hɜː ɡlˈæs wɪð mjˈuːzɪŋ hˈɑːɹt, ænd θˈɪŋks ʌvðə dˈeɪz ðˈæt wɜː, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ʃiː sˈoʊld æt ðə wˈɜːldz ɡɹˈeɪt mˈɑːɹt ðæt fˈeɪs sˌoʊ pˈæsɪŋ fˈɛɹ. ænd ʃiː wˈʌndɚz wʌt ʃiː wʊd ɡˈɪv ænd ɡˈɪv, ɪf ˌaʊɾəv ðæt ɡlˈæs kʊd ɹˈaɪz, ɐ fˈeɪs ðæt lˈaɪz dˈɛd ɪnðə jˈɪɹz ðæt ɑːɹ flˈɛd. wɪððə hˈoʊp ænd ðə tɹˈʌst ɪn ɪts ˈaɪz.