text_original: MEMORY. 305 Strange ! how very like it came ! Touch and fragrance were the same ; Sound of mingled voices, too, With a light laugh ringing through ; Some one moving, — here or there, — Some one passing up the stair, Some one calling from without, Or a far off childish shout, — Simple, home like, nothing more, Yet it all hath been before
text_transcription: E STRANGE HOW VERY LIKE IT CAME TOUCH AND FRAGRANCE WERE THE SAME SOUND OF MINGLED VOICES TOO WITH A LIGHT LAUGH RINGING THROUGH SOME ONE MOVING HERE OR THERE SOME ONE PASSING UP THE STAIR SOME ONE CALLING FROM WITHOUT OR A FAR OFF CHILDISH SHOUT SIMPLE HOME LIKE NOTHING MORE YET IT ALL HATH BEEN BEFORE
phonemes: mˈɛmɚɹi. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈaɪv stɹˈeɪndʒ ! hˌaʊ vˈɛɹi lˈaɪk ɪt kˈeɪm ! tˈʌtʃ ænd fɹˈeɪɡɹəns wɜː ðə sˈeɪm ; sˈaʊnd ʌv mˈɪŋɡəld vˈɔɪsᵻz, tˈuː, wɪð ɐ lˈaɪt lˈæf ɹˈɪŋɪŋ θɹˈuː ; sˈʌmwʌn mˈuːvɪŋ, — hˈɪɹ ɔːɹ ðˈɛɹ, — sˈʌmwʌn pˈæsɪŋ ˌʌp ðə stˈɛɹ, sˈʌmwʌn kˈɔːlɪŋ fɹʌm wɪðˈaʊt, ɔːɹ ɐ fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf tʃˈaɪldɪʃ ʃˈaʊt, — sˈɪmpəl, hˈoʊm lˈaɪk, nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ, jˈɛt ɪɾ ˈɔːl hæθ bˌɪn bᵻfˈɔːɹ