text_original: But pleasures are like poppies spread ; You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow fall in the river, A moment white, — then melts forever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm.
text_transcription: BUT PLEASURES ARE LIKE POPPIES SPREAD YOU SEE'S THE FLOWER ITS BLOOM IS SHED OR LIKE THE SNOWFALL IN THE RIVER A MOMENT WHITE THEN MELTS FOR EVER OR LIKE THE BOREALIS RACE THAT FLIT ERE YOU CAN POINT THEIR PLACE OR LIKE THE RAINBOW'S LOVELY FORM A VANISHING AMID THE STORM
phonemes: bˌʌt plˈɛʒɚz ɑːɹ lˈaɪk pˈɑːpɪz spɹˈɛd ; juː sˈiːz ðə flˈaʊɚ, ɪts blˈuːm ɪz ʃˈɛd ; ɔːɹ lˈaɪk ðə snˈoʊ fˈɔːl ɪnðə ɹˈɪvɚ, ɐ mˈoʊmənt wˈaɪt, — ðˈɛn mˈɛlts fɚɹˈɛvɚ ; ɔːɹ lˈaɪk ðə bˌɔːɹɪˈælɪs ɹˈeɪs, ðæt flˈɪt ˈɛɹ juː kæn pˈɔɪnt ðɛɹ plˈeɪs ; ɔːɹ lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈeɪnboʊz lˈʌvli fˈɔːɹm ɪvˈænɪʃɪŋ ɐmˈɪd ðə stˈɔːɹm.