text_original: They are made silent in a silent place, Abiding past our gratitude and tears ; Nor shall our music touch with choral grace Their sleep s unnoted years.
text_transcription: THEY ARE MADE SILENT IN A SILENT PLACE ABIDING PAST OUR GRATITUDE AND TEARS NOR SHALL OUR MUSIC TOUCH WITH CORAL GRACE THEIR SLEEP'S UNNOTED YEA
phonemes: ðeɪ ɑːɹ mˌeɪd sˈaɪlənt ɪn ɐ sˈaɪlənt plˈeɪs, ɐbˈaɪdɪŋ pˈæst ˌaʊɚ ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd ænd tˈɪɹz ; nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl ˌaʊɚ mjˈuːzɪk tˈʌtʃ wɪð kˈɔːɹəl ɡɹˈeɪs ðɛɹ slˈiːp ˈɛs ʌnnˈoʊɾᵻd jˈɪɹz.