text_original: Above the empty village lies One thickly peopled spot, Where gray stones in gray silence rise, And tell to sunset and sunrise Of past lives that are not, The lives that fought and strove and toiled And builded. And for what
text_transcription: ABOVE THE EMPTY VILLAGE LIES ONE SICKLY PEOPLED SPOT WHERE GREY STONES IN GRAY SILENCE RISE AND TELL TO SUNSET AND SUNRISE OF PAST LIVES THAT ARE NOT THE LIVES THAT FOUGHT AND STROVE AND TOILED AND BUILDED AND FOR WHAT
phonemes: əbˌʌv ðɪ ˈɛmpti vˈɪlɪdʒ lˈaɪz wˈʌn θˈɪkli pˈiːpəld spˈɑːt, wˌɛɹ ɡɹˈeɪ stˈoʊnz ɪn ɡɹˈeɪ sˈaɪləns ɹˈaɪz, ænd tˈɛl tə sˈʌnsɛt ænd sˈʌnɹaɪz ʌv pˈæst lˈaɪvz ðæt ɑːɹ nˈɑːt, ðə lˈaɪvz ðæt fˈɔːt ænd stɹˈoʊv ænd tˈɔɪld ænd bˈɪldᵻd. ænd fɔːɹ wˈʌt