text_original: In that old graveyard, half a mile from sea, I wandered pensive, scanning here and there The crumbling, marble archives of the dead They that had built the fortunes of the port And read how good and great most men had been, And how resigned or so the tablets claimed Their wives had been to sleep the final sleep; And some had had two wives, and one man four.
text_transcription: IN THAT OLD GRAVEYARD HALF A MILE FROM SEA I WANDERED PENSIVE SCANNING HERE AND THERE THE CRUMBLING MARBLE ARCHIVES OF THE DEAD THEY THAT HAD BUILT THE FORTUNES OF THE PORT AND READ HOW GOOD AND GREAT MOST MEN HAD BEEN AND HOW RESIGNED ALSO THE TABLETS CLAIMED THEIR WIVES HAD BEEN TO SLEEP THE FINAL SLEEP AND SOME HAD HAD TWO WIVES AND ONE MAN FOUR
phonemes: ɪn ðæt ˈoʊld ɡɹˈeɪvjɑːɹd, hˈæf ɐ mˈaɪl fɹʌm sˈiː, aɪ wˈɔndɚd pˈɛnsɪv, skˈænɪŋ hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ ðə kɹˈʌmblɪŋ, mˈɑːɹbəl ˈɑːɹkaɪvz ʌvðə dˈɛd ðeɪ ðæt hæd bˈɪlt ðə fˈɔːɹtʃʊnz ʌvðə pˈɔːɹt ænd ɹˈiːd hˌaʊ ɡˈʊd ænd ɡɹˈeɪt mˈoʊst mˈɛn hɐdbɪn, ænd hˌaʊ ɹɪzˈaɪnd ɔːɹ sˌoʊ ðə tˈæbləts klˈeɪmd ðɛɹ wˈaɪvz hɐdbɪn tə slˈiːp ðə fˈaɪnəl slˈiːp; ænd sˌʌm hæd hæd tˈuː wˈaɪvz, ænd wˈʌn mˈæn fˈɔːɹ.