text_original: ' The dead ! Is it you, who call us the dead, — What you, who wait for the birth, Who wait to pass hence from the prison of sense, From the body and brain of earth ? *^ Oh ! why do you name the living the dead, — Who think and who move with the force Of the light, that from far, that from star unto star. Travels on in its tireless course
text_transcription: THE DEAD IS IT YOU WHO CALL US THE DEAD WHAT YOU WHO WAIT FOR THE BIRTH WHO WAIT TO PASS HENCE FROM THE PRISON OF SENSE FROM THE BODY AND BRAIN OF EARTH OH WHY DO YOU NAME THE LIVING THE DEAD WHO THINK AND WHO MOVE WITH THE FORCE OF THE LIGHT THAT FROM FAR THAT FROM STAR UNTO STAR TRAVELS ON IN ITS TIRELESS COURSE
phonemes: ðə dˈɛd ! ɪz ɪt juː, hˌuː kˈɔːl ˌʌs ðə dˈɛd, — wˌʌt juː, hˌuː wˈeɪt fɚðə bˈɜːθ, hˌuː wˈeɪt tə pˈæs hˈɛns fɹʌmðə pɹˈɪzən ʌv sˈɛns, fɹʌmðə bˈɑːdi ænd bɹˈeɪn ʌv ˈɜːθ ? ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈoʊ ! wˌaɪ dˈuː juː nˈeɪm ðə lˈɪvɪŋ ðə dˈɛd, — hˌuː θˈɪŋk ænd hˌuː mˈuːv wɪððə fˈɔːɹs ʌvðə lˈaɪt, ðæt fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ, ðæt fɹʌm stˈɑːɹ ˌʌntʊ stˈɑːɹ. tɹˈævəlz ˌɔn ɪn ɪts tˈaɪɚləs kˈɔːɹs