text_original: Elder and lessoned, now the eyes are wet Above the gentle dead. 47 TO AN OLD NURSE There is no mound to tell where thou dost sleep O watcher by the bed, lone sentinel Of long gone midnights desolate and deep, I know thou sleepest well!
text_transcription: ELDER AND LESSENED NOW THE EYES ARE WET ABOVE THE GENTLE DEAD THERE IS NO MOUNT TO TELL WHERE THOU DOST SLEEP O WATCHER BY THE BED LONE SENTINEL OF LONG GONE MIDNIGHTS DESOLATE AND DEEP I KNOW THOU SLEEPEST WELL
phonemes: ˈɛldɚɹ ænd lˈɛsənd, nˈaʊ ðɪ ˈaɪz ɑːɹ wˈɛt əbˌʌv ðə dʒˈɛntəl dˈɛd. fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən tuː ɐn ˌoʊˌɛldˈiː nˈɜːs ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ mˈaʊnd tə tˈɛl wˌɛɹ ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst slˈiːp ˈoʊ wˈɑːtʃɚ baɪ ðə bˈɛd, lˈoʊn sˈɛntɪnəl ʌv lˈɔŋ ɡɔn mˈɪdnaɪts dˈɛsələt ænd dˈiːp, aɪ nˈoʊ ðˈaʊ slˈiːpɪst wˈɛl!