text_original: "Alas! too well we know our loss, Nor hope again our joy to touch, Until the stream of death we cross." He smiled: "There is no such!"
text_transcription: ALAS TOO WELL WE KNOW OUR LOSS NOR HOPE AGAIN OUR JOY TO TOUCH UNTIL THE STREAM OF DEATH WE CROSS HE SMILED THERE IS NO SUCH
phonemes: "ɐlˈæs! tˈuː wˈɛl wiː nˈoʊ ˌaʊɚ lˈɔs, nˈɔːɹ hˈoʊp ɐɡˈɛn ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɔɪ tə tˈʌtʃ, ʌntˈɪl ðə stɹˈiːm ʌv dˈɛθ wiː kɹˈɔs." hiː smˈaɪld: "ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ!"