text_original: Old scents and sounds .... I find no change, Revisiting, a wanderer; The trees and roads are as they were, Untouched, and I alone am strange  Strange even to myself!
text_transcription: OLD SCENTS AND SOUNDS I FIND NO CHANGE REVISITING A WANDERER THE TREES AND ROADS ARE AS THEY WERE UNTOUCHED AND I ALONE AM STRANGE STRANGE EVEN TO MYSELF
phonemes: ˈoʊld sˈɛnts ænd sˈaʊndz .... aɪ fˈaɪnd nˈoʊ tʃˈeɪndʒ, ɹᵻvˈɪzɪɾɪŋ, ɐ wˈɔndɚɹɚ; ðə tɹˈiːz ænd ɹˈoʊdz ɑːɹ æz ðeɪ wɜː, ʌntˈʌtʃt, ænd aɪ ɐlˈoʊn æm stɹˈeɪndʒ stɹˈeɪndʒ ˈiːvən tə maɪsˈɛlf!