text_original: And so with time my vision less, Yea, less and less Makes of that Past my housemistress, It dwindles in my eye; It looms a far off skeleton And not a comrade nigh, A fitful far off skeleton Dimming as days draw by.
text_transcription: AND SO WITH TIME MY VISION LESS YEA LESS AND LESS MAKES OF THAT PAST MY HOUSE MISTRESS IT DWINDLES IN MY EYE IT LOOMS AFAR OFF SKELETON AND NOT A COMRADE NIGH A FITFUL FAR OFF SKELETON DIMMING AS DAYS DRAW BY
phonemes: ænd sˌoʊ wɪð tˈaɪm maɪ vˈɪʒən lˈɛs, jˈeɪ, lˈɛs ænd lˈɛs mˌeɪks ʌv ðæt pˈæst maɪ hˈaʊsmɪstɹəs, ɪt dwˈɪndəlz ɪn maɪ ˈaɪ; ɪt lˈuːmz ɐ fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf skˈɛlᵻtən ænd nˌɑːɾə kˈɑːmɹæd nˈaɪ, ɐ fˈɪtfəl fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf skˈɛlᵻtən dˈɪmɪŋ æz dˈeɪz dɹˈɔː bˈaɪ.