text_original: Years rolled on, but the last one sped   My idol was shattered, my earth star fled; I learned how much the heart could bear, When I saw her die in that old arm chair. 'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow: 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; And memory flows with lava tide.
text_transcription: YEARS ROLLED ON BUT THE LAST ONE SPED MY IDOL WAS SHATTERED MY EARTH STAR FLED I LEARNED HOW MUCH THE HEART COULD BEAR WHEN I SAW HER DIE IN THAT OLD ARM CHAIR TIS PAST TIS PAST BUT I GAZE ON IT NOW WITH QUIVERING BREATH AND THROBBING BROW TWAS THERE SHE NURSED ME TWAS THERE SHE DIED AND MEMORY FLOWS WITH LOVE ATTIDE
phonemes: jˈɪɹz ɹˈoʊld ˈɔn, bˌʌt ðə lˈæst wˈʌn spˈɛd maɪ ˈaɪdəl wʌz ʃˈæɾɚd, maɪ ˈɜːθ stˈɑːɹ flˈɛd; aɪ lˈɜːnd hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ ðə hˈɑːɹt kʊd bˈɛɹ, wˌɛn aɪ sˈɔː hɜː dˈaɪ ɪn ðæt ˈoʊld ˈɑːɹm tʃˈɛɹ. tˈɪz pˈæst, tˈɪz pˈæst, bˌʌt aɪ ɡˈeɪz ˌɔn ɪt nˈaʊ wɪð kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ bɹˈɛθ ænd θɹˈɑːbɪŋ bɹˈaʊ: twˈɑːz ðɛɹ ʃiː nˈɜːsd mˌiː, twˈɑːz ðɛɹ ʃiː dˈaɪd; ænd mˈɛmɚɹi flˈoʊz wɪð lˈɑːvə tˈaɪd.