text_original: My hands are crossed and still and cold ; The straight folds fall from head to feet ; — The wan white rose is deathly SAveet They gave to my relaxing hold. The damps are chill with churchyard mould: I only feel the fragrant dew Of withered rosemary and rue.
text_transcription: MY HANDS ARE CROSSED AND STILL AND COLD THE STRAIGHT FOLDS FALL FROM HEAD TO FEET THE ONE WHITE ROSE IS DEATHLY SWEET THEY GAVE TO MY RELAXING HOLD THE DAMPS ARE CHILL WITH CHURCHYARD MOULD I ONLY FEEL THE FRAGRANT DEW OF WITHERED ROSEMARY AND RUE
phonemes: maɪ hˈændz ɑːɹ kɹˈɔst ænd stˈɪl ænd kˈoʊld ; ðə stɹˈeɪt fˈoʊldz fˈɔːl fɹʌm hˈɛd tə fˈiːt ; — ðə wˈæn wˈaɪt ɹˈoʊz ɪz dˈɛθli ˈɛs ˈæviːt ðeɪ ɡˈeɪv tə maɪ ɹᵻlˈæksɪŋ hˈoʊld. ðə dˈæmps ɑːɹ tʃˈɪl wɪð tʃˈɜːtʃjɑːɹd mˈoʊld: aɪ ˈoʊnli fˈiːl ðə fɹˈeɪɡɹənt dˈuː ʌv wˈɪðɚd ɹˈoʊzmɚɹi ænd ɹˈuː.