text_original: Long, long be my heart with such memories filled! Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled   You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
text_transcription: LONG LONG BE MY HEART WITH SUCH MEMORIES FILLED LIKE THE VASE IN WHICH ROSES HAVE ONCE BEEN DISTILLED YOU MAY BREAK YOU MAY SHATTER THE VASE IF YOU WILL BUT THE SCENT OF THE ROSES WILL HANG ROUND IT STILL
phonemes: lˈɔŋ, lˈɔŋ biː maɪ hˈɑːɹt wɪð sˈʌtʃ mˈɛmɚɹiz fˈɪld! lˈaɪk ðə vˈeɪs ɪnwˌɪtʃ ɹˈoʊzᵻz hæv wˈʌns bˌɪn dɪstˈɪld juː mˈeɪ bɹˈeɪk, juː mˈeɪ ʃˈæɾɚ ðə vˈeɪs, ɪf juː wˈɪl, bˌʌt ðə sˈɛnt ʌvðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz wɪl hˈæŋ ɹˈaʊnd ɪt stˈɪl.