text_original: Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again Back to this common world so dull and vain, For thou wert weary of the sunless day, The heavy fields of scentless asphodel, The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.
text_transcription: AH SURELY ONCE SOME URN OF ATTIC CLAY HELD THY WAN DUST AND THOU HAST COME AGAIN BACK TO THIS COMMON WORLD SO DULL AND VAIN FOR THOU WERT WEARY OF THE SUNLESS DAY THE HEAVY FIELDS OF SCENTLESS ASPHODEL THE LOVELESS LIPS WITH WHICH MEN KISS IN HELL
phonemes: ˈɑː! ʃˈʊɹli wˈʌns sˌʌm ˈɜːn ʌv ˈæɾɪk klˈeɪ hˈɛld ðˌaɪ wˈæn dˈʌst, ænd ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst kˈʌm ɐɡˈɛn bˈæk tə ðɪs kˈɑːmən wˈɜːld sˌoʊ dˈʌl ænd vˈeɪn, fɔːɹ ðˈaʊ wˈɜːt wˈɪɹi ʌvðə sˈʌnləs dˈeɪ, ðə hˈɛvi fˈiːldz ʌv sˈɛntləs ɐsfˈoʊdəl, ðə lˈʌvləs lˈɪps wɪð wˌɪtʃ mˈɛn kˈɪs ɪn hˈɛl.