text_original: One flies the world, the other plans her wiles; In true or untrue sighs the one pours forth her heart, [Illustration: THE YOUNG WIDOW.] Yet the same note they sing, or tears or smiles   "Quite inconsolable," they say; but, for my part, I don't heed that. This fable shows the truth: Yet why say fiction?  it is sooth. The husband of a beauty, young and gay, Unto another world was call'd away.
text_transcription: ONE FLIES THE WORLD THE OTHER PLANTS HER WILDS IN TRUE OR UNTRUE SIZE THE ONE POURS FORTH HER HEART YET THE SAME NOTE THEY SING OR TEARS OR SMILES QUITE INCONSOLABLE THEY SAY BUT FOR MY PART I DON'T HEED THAT THIS FABLE SHOWS THE TRUTH YET WHY SAY FICTION IT IS SOOTH THE HUSBAND OF A BEAUTY YOUNG AND GAY UNTO ANOTHER WORLD WAS CALLED AWAY
phonemes: wˈʌn flˈaɪz ðə wˈɜːld, ðɪ ˈʌðɚ plˈænz hɜː wˈaɪlz; ɪn tɹˈuː ɔːɹ ʌntɹˈuː sˈaɪz ðə wˈʌn pˈɔːɹz fˈɔːɹθ hɜː hˈɑːɹt, [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: ðə jˈʌŋ wˈɪdoʊ.] jˈɛt ðə sˈeɪm nˈoʊt ðeɪ sˈɪŋ, ɔːɹ tˈɪɹz ɔːɹ smˈaɪlz   "kwˈaɪt ɪŋkənsˈoʊləbəl," ðeɪ sˈeɪ; bˌʌt, fɔːɹ maɪ pˈɑːɹt, aɪ dˈoʊnt hˈiːd ðˈæt. ðɪs fˈeɪbəl ʃˈoʊz ðə tɹˈuːθ: jˈɛt wˌaɪ sˈeɪ fˈɪkʃən?  ɪɾ ɪz sˈuːθ. ðə hˈʌsbənd əvə bjˈuːɾi, jˈʌŋ ænd ɡˈeɪ, ˌʌntʊ ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈɜːld wʌz kˈɔːld ɐwˈeɪ.