text_original: There go the unmeaning ages as the hours; Absolved of Time, they reckon not his flight, Compassionately starred by lowly flow rs, Lies an unlifting night. 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: THERE GO THE UNMEANING AGES AS THE HOURS ABSOLVED OF TIME THEY RECKON NOT HIS FLIGHT COMPASSIONATELY STARRED BY LOWLY FLOWERS LIES AN UNLIFTING NIGHT 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: ðɛɹ ɡˌoʊ ðɪ ʌnmˈiːnɪŋ ˈeɪdʒᵻz æz ðɪ ˈaʊɚz; ɐbsˈɑːlvd ʌv tˈaɪm, ðeɪ ɹˈɛkən nˌɑːt hɪz flˈaɪt, kəmpˈæʃənətli stˈɑːɹd baɪ lˈoʊli flˈoʊ ˌɑːɹɹˈɛs, lˈaɪz ɐn ʌnlˈɪftɪŋ nˈaɪt. 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.