text_original: Maybe my pulse would leap, And bring one thrill back, of a vanished day, Instead of throbbing in this dull, dead way, If I could only weep.
text_transcription: MAYBE MY PULSE WOULD LEAP AND BRING ONE THRILL BACK OF A VANISHED DAY INSTEAD OF THROBBING IN THIS DULL DEAD WAY IF I COULD ONLY WEEP
phonemes: mˈeɪbiː maɪ pˈʌls wʊd lˈiːp, ænd bɹˈɪŋ wˈʌn θɹˈɪl bˈæk, əvə vˈænɪʃt dˈeɪ, ɪnstˈɛd ʌv θɹˈɑːbɪŋ ɪn ðɪs dˈʌl, dˈɛd wˈeɪ, ɪf aɪ kʊd ˈoʊnli wˈiːp.