text_original: Yet in the solitude of all that died A Shadow roams the somber fields, long known, Where ashen gardens house the pilgrim sands, And mournful stars behold at eventide How wanders peaceless Memory alone, Seeking in dust the vanished lips and hands.
text_transcription: YET IN THE SOLITUDE OF ALL THAT DIED A SHADOW ROAMS THE SOMBRE FIELDS LONG KNOWN WHERE ASHEN GARDENS HOUSE THE PILGRIM SANDS AND MOURNFUL STARS BEHOLD AT EVENTIDE HOW WONDER'S PEACELESS MEMORY ALONE SEEKING IN DUST THE VANISHED LIPS AND HANDS
phonemes: jˈɛt ɪnðə sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ʌv ˈɔːl ðæt dˈaɪd ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ɹˈoʊmz ðə sˈɑːmɚ fˈiːldz, lˈɔŋ nˈoʊn, wˌɛɹ ˈæʃən ɡˈɑːɹdənz hˈaʊs ðə pˈɪlɡɹɪm sˈændz, ænd mˈɔːɹnfəl stˈɑːɹz bᵻhˈoʊld æɾ ᵻvˈɛntaɪd hˌaʊ wˈɔndɚz pˈiːsləs mˈɛmɚɹi ɐlˈoʊn, sˈiːkɪŋ ɪn dˈʌst ðə vˈænɪʃt lˈɪps ænd hˈændz.