text_original: 51 ON THE GREAT WASTE HEAP * And still she asked, as she sat and leant, Leaning and drieaming half asleep, Were they only fit, the years she had spent, Just to be thrown on the great waste heap
text_transcription: ON THE GREAT WASTE HEAP AND STILL SHE ASKED AS SHE SAT AND LEANT LEANING AND DREAMING HALF ASLEEP WERE THEY ONLY FIT THE YEARS SHE HAD SPENT JUST TO BE THROWN ON THE GREAT WASTE HEAP
phonemes: fˈɪfti wˈʌn ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈeɪst hˈiːp ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ænd stˈɪl ʃiː ˈæskt, æz ʃiː sˈæt ænd lˈɛnt, lˈiːnɪŋ ænd dɹˈiːeɪmɪŋ hˈæf ɐslˈiːp, wɜː ðeɪ ˈoʊnli fˈɪt, ðə jˈɪɹz ʃiː hæd spˈɛnt, dʒˈʌst təbi θɹˈoʊn ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈeɪst hˈiːp