text_original: This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fixed there, And firm to hover in that empty height, That only is because it is so light.
text_transcription: THIS LIFE WHICH SEEMS SO FAIR IS LIKE A BUBBLE BLOWN UP IN THE AIR BY SPORTING CHILDREN'S BREATH WHO CHASE IT EVERYWHERE AND STRIVE WHO CAN MOST MOTION IT BEQUEATH AND THOUGH IT SOMETIMES SEEMS OF ITS OWN MIGHT LIKE TO AN EYE OF GOLD TO BE FIXED THERE AND FIRM TO HOVER IN THAT EMPTY HEIGHT THAT ONLY IS BECAUSE IT IS SO LIGHT
phonemes: ðɪs lˈaɪf, wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmz sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ, ɪz lˈaɪk ɐ bˈʌbəl blˈoʊn ˌʌp ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ baɪ spˈɔːɹɾɪŋ tʃˈɪldɹənz bɹˈɛθ, hˌuː tʃˈeɪs ɪɾ ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ ænd stɹˈaɪv hˌuː kæn mˈoʊst mˈoʊʃən ɪt bᵻkwˈiːθ. ænd ðˌoʊ ɪt sˈʌmtaɪmz sˈiːm ʌv ɪts ˈoʊn mˌaɪt lˈaɪk tʊ ɐn ˈaɪ ʌv ɡˈoʊld təbi fˈɪkst ðˈɛɹ, ænd fˈɜːm tə hˈʌvɚɹ ɪn ðæt ˈɛmpti hˈaɪt, ðæt ˈoʊnli ɪz bɪkˈʌz ɪɾ ɪz sˌoʊ lˈaɪt.