text_original: There is no vacant chair. To love is still To have. Nearer to memory than to eye, And dearer yet to anguish than to comfort, will We hold him by our love, that shall not die.
text_transcription: THERE IS NO VACANT CHAIR TO LOVE IS STILL TO HAVE NEARER TO MEMORY THAN TO EYE AND DEARER YET TO ANGUISH THAN TO COMFORT WILL WE HOLD HIM BY OUR LOVE THAT SHALL NOT DIE
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ vˈeɪkənt tʃˈɛɹ. tə lˈʌv ɪz stˈɪl tə hˈæv. nˈɪɹɚ tə mˈɛmɚɹi ðɐn tʊ ˈaɪ, ænd dˈɪɹɚ jˈɛt tʊ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ðɐn tə kˈʌmfɚt, wɪl wiː hˈoʊld hˌɪm baɪ ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv, ðæt ʃˌæl nˌɑːt dˈaɪ.