text_original: And should he never again see his Ethel ? Must his last moments be passed within the self same walls that con  tained her, and he be still unable to touch her soft hand once more, once more to hear the gentle voice of her for whom he was about to die ? He had yielded thus to those vague, sad musings which are to the mind what sleep is to the body, when the hoarse creak of rusty bolts struck harshly on his ear, already at  tuned to the music of the sphere to which he was so soon to take his flight.
text_transcription: AND SHOULD HE NEVER AGAIN SEE HIS ETHEL MUST HIS LAST MOMENTS BE PASSED WITHIN THE SELF SAME WALLS THAT CONTAINED HER AND HE BE STILL UNABLE TO TOUCH HER SOFT HAND ONCE MORE ONCE MORE TO HEAR THE GENTLE VOICE OF HER FOR WHOM HE WAS ABOUT TO DIE HE HAD YIELDED THUS TO THOSE VAGUE SAD MUSINGS WHICH ARE TO THE MIND WHAT SLEEPEST TO THE BODY WHEN THE HOARSE CREAK OF RUSTY BOLTS STRUCK HARSHLY ON HIS EAR ALREADY ATTUNED TO THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERE TO WHICH HE WAS SO SOON TO TAKE HIS FLIGHT
phonemes: ænd ʃˌʊd hiː nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn sˈiː hɪz ˈɛθəl ? mˈʌst hɪz lˈæst mˈoʊmənts biː pˈæst wɪðˌɪn ðə sˈɛlf sˈeɪm wˈɔːlz ðæt kˈɑːn tˈeɪnd hɜː, ænd hiː biː stˈɪl ʌnˈeɪbəl tə tˈʌtʃ hɜː sˈɔft hˈænd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ tə hˈɪɹ ðə dʒˈɛntəl vˈɔɪs ʌv hɜː fɔːɹ hˈuːm hiː wʌz ɐbˌaʊt tə dˈaɪ ? hiː hæd jˈiːldᵻd ðˈʌs tə ðoʊz vˈeɪɡ, sˈæd mjˈuːzɪŋz wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ tə ðə mˈaɪnd wʌt slˈiːp ɪz tə ðə bˈɑːdi, wˌɛn ðə hˈɔːɹs kɹˈiːk ʌv ɹˈʌsti bˈoʊlts stɹˈʌk hˈɑːɹʃli ˌɔn hɪz ˈɪɹ, ɔːlɹˌɛdi æt tˈuːnd tə ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə sfˈɪɹ tʊ wˌɪtʃ hiː wʌz sˌoʊ sˈuːn tə tˈeɪk hɪz flˈaɪt.