text_original: 53 THE TRYST Three are the headstones where I paused to day And read the letters that the lichen blurred. The afternoon was still.
text_transcription: NYA THE TRYST THREE OTHER HEADSTONES WHERE I PAUSED TO DAY AND READ THE LETTERS THAT THE LICHEN BLURRED THE AFTERNOON WAS STILL
phonemes: fˈɪfti θɹˈiː ðə tɹˈɪst θɹˈiː ɑːɹ ðə hˈɛdstoʊnz wˌɛɹ aɪ pˈɔːzd tə dˈeɪ ænd ɹˈiːd ðə lˈɛɾɚz ðætðə lˈaɪkən blˈɜːd. ðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn wʌz stˈɪl.