text_original: Day by day, day by day, nearing and nearing, Hid under greenness, and beauty and bloom, Cometh the shape and the shadow I'm fearing, "Over the May hill" is waiting your tomb.
text_transcription: DAY BY DAY DAY BY DAY NEARING AND NEARING HID UNDER GREENNESS AND BEAUTY AND BLOOM COMETH THE SHAPE AND THE SHADOW I AM FEARING OVER THE MAY HILL IS WAITING YOUR TOMB
phonemes: dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, nˌɪɹɪŋ ænd nˈɪɹɪŋ, hˈɪd ˌʌndɚ ɡɹˈiːnnəs, ænd bjˈuːɾi ænd blˈuːm, kˈʌməθ ðə ʃˈeɪp ænd ðə ʃˈædoʊ aɪm fˈɪɹɪŋ, "ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈeɪ hˈɪl" ɪz wˈeɪɾɪŋ jʊɹ tˈuːm.