text_original: Well, well! All's past amend, Unchangeable. It must go. I seem but a dead man held on end To sink down soon . . . O you could not know That such swift fleeing No soul foreseeing— Not even I—would undo me so!
text_transcription: WELL WELL ALL'S PAST AMEND UNCHANGEABLE IT MUST GO I SEEM BUT A DEAD MAN HELD ON END TO SINK DOWN SOON OH YOU COULD NOT KNOW THAT SUCH SWIFT FLEEING NO SOUL FORESEEING NOT EVEN I WOULD UNDO ME SO
phonemes: wˈɛl, wˈɛl! ˈɔːlz pˈæst ɐmˈɛnd, ʌntʃˈeɪndʒəbəl. ɪt mˈʌst ɡˈoʊ. aɪ sˈiːm bˌʌt ɐ dˈɛd mˈæn hˈɛld ˌɔn ˈɛnd tə sˈɪŋk dˌaʊn sˈuːn . . . ˈoʊ juː kʊd nˌɑːt nˈoʊ ðæt sˈʌtʃ swˈɪft flˈiːɪŋ nˈoʊ sˈoʊl fɔːɹsˈiːɪŋ— nˌɑːt ˈiːvən ˈaɪ—wʊd ʌndˈuː mˌiː sˈoʊ!