text_original: No more can come again those halcyon days The Year took with it to its dim lit cell; But often at the bars they stand and gaze, When through the heart rings memory's matin bell.
text_transcription: NO MORE CAN COME AGAIN THOSE HALCYON DAYS THEY HERE TOOK WITH IT TO ITS DIM LIT CELL BUT OFTEN AT THE BARS THEY STAND AND GAZE WHEN THROUGH THE HEART RINGS MEMORY'S MATIN BELL
phonemes: nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ kæn kˈʌm ɐɡˈɛn ðoʊz hˈælsɪən dˈeɪz ðə jˈɪɹ tˈʊk wɪð ɪt tʊ ɪts dˈɪm lˈɪt sˈɛl; bˌʌt ˈɔfən æt ðə bˈɑːɹz ðeɪ stˈænd ænd ɡˈeɪz, wˌɛn θɹuː ðə hˈɑːɹt ɹˈɪŋz mˈɛmɚɹiz mˈætɪn bˈɛl.