text_original: Sleeping full sound beneath the yew, And the strewn rosemary and rue. SUSPIRIA. VEK and over the round globe turns, and the months pass on, and the years, And the bountiful spring returns, and the sum  mer's breath is sweet ;— It is we whose faces are faded and changed, whose cheeks are channel'd with tears, Whose dancing steps from the fields are estranged that we trod with our childish feet.
text_transcription: SUSPERIA BY KATE SEMA MC LEAN READ FOR LIBRAVOXEDOTT ORK BY SONYA SUSPERIA OVER AND OVER THE ROUND GLOBE TURNS AND THE MONTHS PASS ON AND THE YEARS AND THE BOUNTIFUL SPRING RETURNS AND THE SUMMER'S BREATH IS SWEET IT IS WE WHOSE FACES ARE FADED AND CHANGED WHOSE CHEEKS ARE CHANNELED WITH TEARS WHOSE DANCING STEPS FROM THE FIELDS ARE ESTRANGED THAT WE TROT WITH OUR CHILDISH FEET
phonemes: slˈiːpɪŋ fˈʊl sˈaʊnd bᵻnˌiːθ ðə jˈuː, ænd ðə stɹˈuːn ɹˈoʊzmɚɹi ænd ɹˈuː. səspˈɪɹiə. vˌiːˌiːkˈeɪ ænd ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈaʊnd ɡlˈoʊb tˈɜːnz, ænd ðə mˈʌnθs pˈæs ˈɔn, ænd ðə jˈɪɹz, ænd ðə bˈaʊntifəl spɹˈɪŋ ɹᵻtˈɜːnz, ænd ðə sˈʌm mˈɜːz bɹˈɛθ ɪz swˈiːt ;— ɪɾ ɪz wiː hˌuːz fˈeɪsᵻz ɑːɹ fˈeɪdᵻd ænd tʃˈeɪndʒd, hˌuːz tʃˈiːks ɑːɹ tʃˈænəld wɪð tˈɪɹz, hˌuːz dˈænsɪŋ stˈɛps fɹʌmðə fˈiːldz ɑːɹ ɛstɹˈeɪndʒd ðæt wiː tɹˈɑːd wɪð ˌaʊɚ tʃˈaɪldɪʃ fˈiːt.