text_original: Our life is held as with a vice, We cannot do the same thing twice; Once we may, but not again; Only memories remain. What if memories vanish too, And the past be lost to view; Is it all for nought that I Heard and saw and hurried by?
text_transcription: OUR LIFE IS HELD AS WITH A VICE WE CANNOT DO THE SAME THING TWICE ONCE WE MAY BUT NOT AGAIN ONLY MEMORIES REMAIN WHAT IF MEMORIES VANISH TOO AND THE PAST BE LOST TO VIEW IS IT ALL FOR NAUGHT THAT I HEARD AND SAW AND HURRIED BY
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪf ɪz hˈɛld æz wɪð ɐ vˈaɪs, wiː kænˈɑːt dˈuː ðə sˈeɪm θˈɪŋ twˈaɪs; wˈʌns wiː mˈeɪ, bˌʌt nˌɑːt ɐɡˈɛn; ˈoʊnli mˈɛmɚɹiz ɹᵻmˈeɪn. wˌʌt ɪf mˈɛmɚɹiz vˈænɪʃ tˈuː, ænd ðə pˈæst biː lˈɔst tə vjˈuː; ɪz ɪɾ ˈɔːl fɔːɹ nˈɔːt ðæt aɪ hˈɜːd ænd sˈɔː ænd hˈɜːɹid bˈaɪ?