text_original: Such things are and must be. The gone is gone, the lost is lost, Fled irrevocably. THE OLD VILLAGE. 251 Old village on the lonely hill, Deserted by your own, Your spended lifelike mountain rill Has gone to swell the tide and fill Some sea unseen, unknown.
text_transcription: SUCH THINGS ARE AND MUST BE THE GONE IS GONE THE LOST IS LOST FLED IRREVOCABLY OLD VILLAGE ON THE LONELY HILL DESERTED BY YOUR OWN YOUR SPLENDID LIFE LIKE MOUNTAIN WILL HAS GONE TO SWELL THE TIDE AND FILL SOME SEA UNSEEN UNKNOWN
phonemes: sˈʌtʃ θˈɪŋz ɑːɹ ænd mˈʌst bˈiː. ðə ɡɔn ɪz ɡˈɔn, ðə lˈɔst ɪz lˈɔst, flˈɛd ɪɹᵻvˈɑːkəbli. ðɪ ˈoʊld vˈɪlɪdʒ. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti wˈʌn ˈoʊld vˈɪlɪdʒ ɔnðə lˈoʊnli hˈɪl, dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd baɪ jʊɹ ˈoʊn, jʊɹ spˈɛndᵻd lˈaɪflaɪk mˈaʊntɪn ɹˈɪl hɐz ɡɔn tə swˈɛl ðə tˈaɪd ænd fˈɪl sˌʌm sˈiː ʌnsˈiːn, ʌnnˈoʊn.