text_original: But as time passed on, and I met real sorrow, And she played at night on the stage  my heart, I found I could not forget on the morrow The pain I had felt in her tragic part. For alas! no longer I needed to borrow My grief from the actor's art.
text_transcription: BUT AS TIME PASSED ON AND I MET REAL SORROW AND SHE PLAYED AT NIGHT ON THE STAGE MY HEART I FOUND I COULD NOT FORGET ON THE MORROW THE PAIN I HAD FELT IN HER TRAGIC PART FOR ALAS NO LONGER I NEEDED TO BORROW MY GRIEF FROM THE ACTOR'S ART
phonemes: bˌʌt æz tˈaɪm pˈæst ˈɔn, ænd aɪ mˈɛt ɹˈiːəl sˈɑːɹoʊ, ænd ʃiː plˈeɪd æt nˈaɪt ɔnðə stˈeɪdʒ maɪ hˈɑːɹt, aɪ fˈaʊnd aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt fɚɡˈɛt ɔnðə mˈɑːɹoʊ ðə pˈeɪn aɪ hæd fˈɛlt ɪn hɜː tɹˈædʒɪk pˈɑːɹt. fɔːɹ ɐlˈæs! nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ aɪ nˈiːdᵻd tə bˈɑːɹoʊ maɪ ɡɹˈiːf fɹʌmðɪ ˈæktɚz ˈɑːɹt.