text_original: The living lover seized hold of her hands   "You are mine," he cried, "and we will not part!" But she felt the clutch of the dead man's touch On the tense drawn strings of her aching heart.
text_transcription: THE LIVING LOVER SEIZED HOLD OF HER HANDS YOU ARE MINE HE CRIED AND WE WILL NOT PART BUT SHE FELT THE CLUTCH OF THE DEAD MAN'S TOUCH ON THE TEN STRAWN STRINGS OF HER ACHING HEART
phonemes: ðə lˈɪvɪŋ lˈʌvɚ sˈiːzd hˈoʊld ʌv hɜː hˈændz   "juː ɑːɹ mˈaɪn," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "ænd wiː wɪl nˌɑːt pˈɑːɹt!" bˌʌt ʃiː fˈɛlt ðə klˈʌtʃ ʌvðə dˈɛd mˈænz tˈʌtʃ ɔnðə tˈɛns dɹˈɔːn stɹˈɪŋz ʌv hɜːɹ ˈeɪkɪŋ hˈɑːɹt.