text_original: Yet, can it be we build upon the sands? Man s eye turns manward from the mote and star, And sees past greatness given to the tomb, Nor knows what destined doom Waits, vigilant, where the Destructions are. Lo ! as a mist that melts before the day 93 ODE ON THE OPENING OF The columns and the courts have passed away. Advancing Time, look back To where in mist the broken pillars fade, The ghostly milestones of thy barren track!
text_transcription: YET CAN IT BE WE BUILD UPON THE SANDS MAN'S EYE TURNS MANWARD FROM THE MOAT AND STAR AND SEES PAST GREATNESS GIVEN TO THE TOMB NOR KNOWS WHAT DESTINED DOOM WAITS VIGILANT WHERE THE DESTRUCTIONS ARE LO AS A MIST THAT MELTS BEFORE THE DAY THE COLUMNS AND THE COURTS HAVE PASSED AWAY ADVANCING TIME LOOK BACK TO WHERE IN MIDST THE BROKEN PILLARS FADE THE GHOSTLY MILESTONES OF THY BARREN TRACK
phonemes: jˈɛt, kæn ɪt biː wiː bˈɪld əpˌɑːn ðə sˈændz? mˈæn ˈɛs ˈaɪ tˈɜːnz mˈænwɚd fɹʌmðə mˈoʊt ænd stˈɑːɹ, ænd sˈiːz pˈæst ɡɹˈeɪtnəs ɡˈɪvən tə ðə tˈuːm, nˈɔːɹ nˈoʊz wʌt dˈɛstɪnd dˈuːm wˈeɪts, vˈɪdʒɪlənt, wˌɛɹ ðə dᵻstɹˈʌkʃənz ɑːɹ. lˈoʊ ! æz ɐ mˈɪst ðæt mˈɛlts bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə dˈeɪ nˈaɪnti θɹˈiː ˌoʊdˌiːˈiː ɔnðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ ʌvðə kˈɑːlʌmz ænd ðə kˈɔːɹts hæv pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ. ɐdvˈænsɪŋ tˈaɪm, lˈʊk bˈæk tʊ wˌɛɹ ɪn mˈɪst ðə bɹˈoʊkən pˈɪlɚz fˈeɪd, ðə ɡˈoʊstli mˈaɪlstoʊnz ʌv ðˌaɪ bˈæɹən tɹˈæk!