text_original: she weepeth, She is now no more alone; Long loved forms and long loved faces Round about her pillow throng, Through her memory's desert places Flow the waters of our song.
text_transcription: SHE WEEPETH SHE IS NOW NO MORE ALONE LONG LOVED FORMS AND LONG LOVED FACES ROUND ABOUT HER PILLOW THRONG THROUGH HER MEMORY'S DESERT PLACES FLOW THE WATERS OF OUR SONG
phonemes: ʃiː wˈiːpəθ, ʃiː ɪz nˈaʊ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɐlˈoʊn; lˈɔŋ lˈʌvd fˈɔːɹmz ænd lˈɔŋ lˈʌvd fˈeɪsᵻz ɹˈaʊnd ɐbˌaʊt hɜː pˈɪloʊ θɹˈɔŋ, θɹuː hɜː mˈɛmɚɹiz dˈɛzɚt plˈeɪsᵻz flˈoʊ ðə wˈɔːɾɚz ʌv ˌaʊɚ sˈɔŋ.