text_original: I weep to think of those old faces, To see them in their grief or mirth; I weep  for there are empty places Around my heart's once crowded hearth; The cold ground doth not cover them, The grass hath not grown over them, Yet are they gone from me on earth;   O!
text_transcription: I WEEP TO THINK OF THOSE OLD FACES TO SEE THEM IN THEIR GRIEF OR MIRTH I WEEP FOR THERE ARE EMPTY PLACES AROUND MY HEART'S ONCE CROWDED HEARTH THE COLD GROUND DOTH NOT COVER THEM THE GRASS HATH NOT GROWN OVER THEM YET ARE THEY GONE FROM ME ON EARTH O
phonemes: aɪ wˈiːp tə θˈɪŋk ʌv ðoʊz ˈoʊld fˈeɪsᵻz, tə sˈiː ðˌɛm ɪn ðɛɹ ɡɹˈiːf ɔːɹ mˈɜːθ; aɪ wˈiːp fɔːɹ ðɛɹˌɑːɹ ˈɛmpti plˈeɪsᵻz ɚɹˈaʊnd maɪ hˈɑːɹts wˈʌns kɹˈaʊdᵻd hˈɑːɹθ; ðə kˈoʊld ɡɹˈaʊnd dʌθ nˌɑːt kˈʌvɚ ðˌɛm, ðə ɡɹˈæs hæθ nˌɑːt ɡɹˈoʊn ˈoʊvɚ ðˌɛm, jˈɛt ɑːɹ ðeɪ ɡɔn fɹʌm mˌiː ˌɔn ˈɜːθ;   ˈoʊ!