text_original: Could time, his flight reversed, restore the hours When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flow  ers,— The violet, the pink, the jessamine, — I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while— Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, 6 S2 POEMS OF HOME. Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
text_transcription: COULD TIME HIS FLIGHT REVERSED RESTORE THE HOURS WHEN PLAYING WITH THY VESTIOUS TISSUED FLOWERS THE VIOLET THE PINK THE JESSAMINE I PRICKED THEM INTO PAPER WITH A PIN AND THOUST HAPPIER THAN MYSELF THE WHILE WOULD SOFTLY SPEAK AND STROKE MY HEAD AND SMILE COULD THOSE FEW PLEASANT DAYS AGAIN APPEAR MIGHT ONE WISH BRING THEM WOULD I WISH THEM HERE
phonemes: kʊd tˈaɪm, hɪz flˈaɪt ɹᵻvˈɜːst, ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ ðɪ ˈaʊɚz wˈɛn, plˈeɪɪŋ wɪð ðˌaɪ vˈɛstʃɚz tˈɪʃuːd flˈoʊ ˈɜːz,— ðə vˈaɪəlɪt, ðə pˈɪŋk, ðə dʒˈɛsɐmˌiːn, — aɪ pɹˈɪkt ðˌɛm ˌɪntʊ pˈeɪpɚ wɪð ɐ pˈɪn, (ænd ðˈaʊ wɑːst hˈæpɪɚ ðɐn maɪsˈɛlf ðə wˈaɪl— wʊdst sˈɔftli spˈiːk, ænd stɹˈoʊk maɪ hˈɛd ænd smˈaɪl,) — kʊd ðoʊz fjˈuː plˈɛzənt dˈeɪz ɐɡˈɛn ɐpˈɪɹ, sˈɪks ˈɛs tˈuː pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv hˈoʊm. mˌaɪt wˈʌn wˈɪʃ bɹˈɪŋ ðˌɛm, wʊd aɪ wˈɪʃ ðˌɛm hˈɪɹ?