text_original: 177 TOO FINE FOR EYES TO SEE. Aye ! nothing, less than nothing, Could each to the other be ; Yet gossamer threads were woven. Too fine for eyes to see ; Such threads as stretch through darkness, Through time and far off space. And keep two lives still touching, When face is lost to face.
text_transcription: TOO FINE FOR EYES TO SEE I NOTHING LESS THAN NOTHING COULD EACH TO THE OTHER BE YET GOSSAMER THREADS WERE WOVEN TOO FINE FOR EYES TO SEE SUCH THREADS AS STRETCH THROUGH DARKNESS THROUGH TIME AND FAR OFF SPACE AND KEEP TWO LIVES STILL TOUCHING WHEN FACE IS LOST TO FACE
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən tˈuː fˈaɪn fɔːɹ ˈaɪz tuː sˈiː. ˈaɪ ! nˈʌθɪŋ, lˈɛs ðɐn nˈʌθɪŋ, kʊd ˈiːtʃ tə ðɪ ˈʌðɚ bˈiː ; jˈɛt ɡˈɑːsəmɚ θɹˈɛdz wɜː wˈoʊvən. tˈuː fˈaɪn fɔːɹ ˈaɪz tə sˈiː ; sˈʌtʃ θɹˈɛdz æz stɹˈɛtʃ θɹuː dˈɑːɹknəs, θɹuː tˈaɪm ænd fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf spˈeɪs. ænd kˈiːp tˈuː lˈaɪvz stˈɪl tˈʌtʃɪŋ, wˌɛn fˈeɪs ɪz lˈɔst tə fˈeɪs.