text_original: It is the usual lot ! We live Too strenuously for long regret, Too occupied and taxed to give Our minds to perished pain ; but yet, 70 UNFORGOTTEN Borne on the vibrant, clanging wheels, I never pass that half seen place, But flashing o'er my memory steals The vision of that sweet, lost face ; And my heart whispers low to her, Across the distance dim and chill : " Sleep softly, dearest, do not stir, I love you I remember still."
text_transcription: IT IS THE USUAL LOT WE LIVE TOO STRENUOUSLY FOR LONG REGRET TOO OCCUPIED IN TEXT TO GIVE OUR MINDS TO PERISHED PAIN BUT YET BORNE ON THE VIBRANT CLANGING WHEELS I NEVER PASS THAT HALF SEEN PLACE BUT FLASHING OVER MY MEMORY STEALS THE VISION OF THAT SWEET LOST FACE AND MY HEART WHISPERS LOW TO HER ACROSS THE DISTANCE DIM AND CHILL SLEEP SOFTLY DEAREST DO NOT STIR I LOVE YOU I REMEMBER STILL
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz ðə jˈuːʒuːəl lˈɑːt ! wiː lˈɪv tˈuː stɹˈɛnjuːəsli fɔːɹ lˈɔŋ ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt, tˈuː ˈɑːkjʊpˌaɪd ænd tˈækst tə ɡˈɪv ˌaʊɚ mˈaɪndz tə pˈɛɹɪʃt pˈeɪn ; bˌʌt jˈɛt, sˈɛvənti ʌnfɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ bˈɔːɹn ɔnðə vˈaɪbɹənt, klˈæŋɪŋ wˈiːlz, aɪ nˈɛvɚ pˈæs ðæt hˈæf sˈiːn plˈeɪs, bˌʌt flˈæʃɪŋ ˈɔːɹ maɪ mˈɛmɚɹi stˈiːlz ðə vˈɪʒən ʌv ðæt swˈiːt, lˈɔst fˈeɪs ; ænd maɪ hˈɑːɹt wˈɪspɚz lˈoʊ tə hɜː, əkɹˌɑːs ðə dˈɪstəns dˈɪm ænd tʃˈɪl : " slˈiːp sˈɔftli, dˈɪɹɪst, duːnˌɑːt stˈɜː, aɪ lˈʌv juː aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ stˈɪl."