text_original: Life, the earth life, thee and me compelling, Life and only life ? Where flowers have withered, Lavished perfume on the impartial breezes, Fed the bee and crowned the bush with beauty, Then, the summer spent, the petals perish, Then, the spring returned, the sap returning, Novel buds that ripen to perfection, Flowers may fade but never so the impulse, Shift the scenes the play goes on forever
text_transcription: LIFE THE EARTH LIFE THEE AND ME COMPELLING LIFE AND ONLY LIFE WHERE FLOWERS HAVE WITHERED LAVISHED PERFUME ON THE IMPARTIAL BREEZES FED THE BEE AND CROWNED THE BUSH WITH BEAUTY THEN THE SUMMER SPENT THE PETALS PERISH THEN THE SPRING RETURN'D THE SEP RETURNING NOVEL BUDS THAT RIPEN TO PERFECTION FLOWERS MAY FADE BUT NEVER SO THE IMPULSE SHIFT THE SCENES THE PLAY GOES ON FOR EVER
phonemes: lˈaɪf, ðɪ ˈɜːθ lˈaɪf, ðiː ænd mˌiː kəmpˈɛlɪŋ, lˈaɪf ænd ˈoʊnli lˈaɪf ? wˌɛɹ flˈaʊɚz hæv wˈɪðɚd, lˈævɪʃt pˈɜːfjuːm ɔnðɪ ɪmpˈɑːɹʃəl bɹˈiːzᵻz, fˈɛd ðə bˈiː ænd kɹˈaʊnd ðə bˈʊʃ wɪð bjˈuːɾi, ðˈɛn, ðə sˈʌmɚ spˈɛnt, ðə pˈɛɾəlz pˈɛɹɪʃ, ðˈɛn, ðə spɹˈɪŋ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd, ðə sˈæp ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ, nˈɑːvəl bˈʌdz ðæt ɹˈaɪpən tə pɚfˈɛkʃən, flˈaʊɚz mˈeɪ fˈeɪd bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ sˌoʊ ðɪ ˈɪmpʌls, ʃˈɪft ðə sˈiːnz ðə plˈeɪ ɡoʊz ˌɔn fɚɹˈɛvɚ