text_original: A look, a smile, and " Is it thou ? " A little low, sweet laughter, Just one close clasp of meeting hands, And then, a moment after, Between us swept the surging crowd And we were borne asunder. O, friend unknown, in what far land Will we next meet, I wonder
text_transcription: A LOOK A SMILE AND IS IT THOU A LITTLE LOW SWEET LAUGHTER JUST ONE CLOSE CLASP OF MEETING HANDS AND THEN A MOMENT AFTER BETWEEN US SWEPT THE SURGING CROWD AND WE WERE BORNE ASUNDER O FRIEND UNKNOWN IN WHAT FAR LAND WILL WE NEXT MEET I WONDER
phonemes: ɐ lˈʊk, ɐ smˈaɪl, ænd " ɪz ɪt ðˈaʊ ? " ɐ lˈɪɾəl lˈoʊ, swˈiːt lˈæftɚ, dʒˈʌst wˈʌn klˈoʊs klˈæsp ʌv mˈiːɾɪŋ hˈændz, ænd ðˈɛn, ɐ mˈoʊmənt ˈæftɚ, bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs swˈɛpt ðə sˈɜːdʒɪŋ kɹˈaʊd ænd wiː wɜː bˈɔːɹn ɐsˈʌndɚ. ˈoʊ, fɹˈɛnd ʌnnˈoʊn, ɪn wʌt fˈɑːɹ lˈænd wɪl wiː nˈɛkst mˈiːt, aɪ wˈʌndɚ