text_original: " And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell." Thus Nature spake. The work was done, — How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been.
text_transcription: AND VITAL FEELINGS OF DELIGHT SHALL REAR HER FORM TO STATELY HEIGHT HER VIRGIN BOSOM SWELL SUCH THOUGHTS TO LUCY I WILL GIVE WHILE SHE AND I TOGETHER LIVE HERE IN THIS HAPPY DULL THUS NATURE SPAKE THE WORK WAS DONE HOW SOON MY LUCY'S RACE WAS RUN SHE DIED AND LEFT TO ME THIS HEATH THIS CALM AND QUIET SCENE THE MEMORY OF WHAT HAS BEEN
phonemes: " ænd vˈaɪɾəl fˈiːlɪŋz ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt ʃˌæl ɹˈɪɹ hɜː fˈɔːɹm tə stˈeɪtli hˈaɪt, hɜː vˈɜːdʒɪn bˈʊzəm swˈɛl; sˈʌtʃ θˈɔːts tə lˈuːsi aɪ wɪl ɡˈɪv wˌaɪl ʃiː ænd aɪ təɡˌɛðɚ lˈaɪv hˈɪɹ ɪn ðɪs hˈæpi dˈɛl." ðˈʌs nˈeɪtʃɚ spˈeɪk. ðə wˈɜːk wʌz dˈʌn, — hˌaʊ sˈuːn maɪ lˈuːsiz ɹˈeɪs wʌz ɹˈʌn ! ʃiː dˈaɪd, ænd lˈɛft tə mˌiː ðɪs hˈiːθ, ðɪs kˈɑːm ænd kwˈaɪət sˈiːn; ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv wʌt hˈæzbiːn.