text_original: Ah, well may we hope, when this short life is gone, To meet in some world of more permanent bliss; For a smile, or a grasp of the hand, hast'ning on, Is all we enjoy of each other in this.
text_transcription: HOW WELL MAY WE HOPE WHEN THIS SHORT LIFE IS GONE TO MEET IN SOME WORLD OF MORE PERMANENT BLISS FOR A SMILE OR A GRASP OF THE HAND HASTENING ON IS ALL WE ENJOY OF EACH OTHER IN THIS
phonemes: ˈɑː, wˈɛl mˈeɪ wiː hˈoʊp, wˌɛn ðɪs ʃˈɔːɹt lˈaɪf ɪz ɡˈɔn, tə mˈiːt ɪn sˌʌm wˈɜːld ʌv mˈɔːɹ pˈɜːmənənt blˈɪs; fɚɹə smˈaɪl, ɔːɹ ɐ ɡɹˈæsp ʌvðə hˈænd, hˈeɪstnɪŋ ˈɔn, ɪz ˈɔːl wiː ɛndʒˈɔɪ ʌv ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚɹ ɪn ðˈɪs.