text_original: And I with slow and reverent steps Through ancient cities roam, Treading o'er crumbling columns, The dust of spire and dome; The tall and shattered arches Their flickering shadows cast, Like bent and hoary spectres, Low murmuring of the past.
text_transcription: AND I WITH SLOW AND REVERENT STEPS THROUGH ANCIENT CITIES ROME TREADING O'ER CRUMBLING COLUMNS THE DUST OF SPIRE AND DOME THE TALL AND SHATTERED ARCHES THEIR FLICKERING SHADOWS CAST LIKE BENT AND HOARY SPECTRES LOW MURMURINGS OF THE PAST
phonemes: ænd aɪ wɪð slˈoʊ ænd ɹˈɛvɚɹənt stˈɛps θɹuː ˈeɪntʃənt sˈɪɾiz ɹˈoʊm, tɹˈɛdɪŋ ˈɔːɹ kɹˈʌmblɪŋ kˈɑːlʌmz, ðə dˈʌst ʌv spˈaɪɚ ænd dˈoʊm; ðə tˈɔːl ænd ʃˈæɾɚd ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz ðɛɹ flˈɪkɚɹɪŋ ʃˈædoʊz kˈæst, lˈaɪk bˈɛnt ænd hˈɔːɹi spˈɛktɚz, lˈoʊ mˈɜːmɚɹɪŋ ʌvðə pˈæst.