text_original: Alas, we know not how, or when or why This dear thing died. We only know it went, And left us dull, cold, and indifferent; We who found heaven once in each other's sigh.
text_transcription: ALAS WE KNOW NOT HOW OR WHEN OR WHY THIS DEAR THING DIED WE ONLY KNOW IT WENT AND LEFT US DULL COLD AND INDIFFERENT WE WHO FOUND HEAVEN ONCE IN EACH OTHER'S SIGH
phonemes: ɐlˈæs, wiː nˈoʊ nˌɑːt hˈaʊ, ɔːɹ wɛn ɔːɹ wˌaɪ ðɪs dˈɪɹ θˈɪŋ dˈaɪd. wiː ˈoʊnli nˈoʊ ɪt wˈɛnt, ænd lˈɛft ˌʌs dˈʌl, kˈoʊld, ænd ɪndˈɪfɹənt; wiː hˌuː fˈaʊnd hˈɛvən wˈʌns ɪn ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚz sˈaɪ.