text_original: Ah me, thou hear'st me not: I walk alone. The doubt within me, and the dark without, In my sad ears, the waves' recurrent moan, Sounds like the surges of the sea of death, Beating for evermore the shores of time With muttered prophecies, which sorrow saith Over and over, like a set slow chime Of funeral bells, tolling remote, forlorn, Dirge like the burden  "Man was made to mourn."
text_transcription: AH ME THOU HEAR'ST ME NOT I WALK ALONE THE DOUBT WITHIN ME AND THE DARK WITHOUT IN MY SAD EARS THE WAVE'S RECURRENT MOAN SOUNDS LIKE THE SURGES OF THE SEA OF DEATH BEATING FOR EVERMORE THE SHORES OF TIME WITH MUTTERED PROPHECIES WHICH SORROW SAITH OVER AND OVER LIKE A SET SLOW CHIME OF FUNERAL BELLS TOLLING REMOTE FORLORN DIRGE LIKE THE BURDEN MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN
phonemes: ˈɑː mˌiː, ðˈaʊ hˈɪɹst mˌiː nˈɑːt: aɪ wˈɔːk ɐlˈoʊn. ðə dˈaʊt wɪðˈɪn mˌiː, ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk wɪðˈaʊt, ɪn maɪ sˈæd ˈɪɹz, ðə wˈeɪvz ɹᵻkˈɜːɹənt mˈoʊn, sˈaʊndz lˈaɪk ðə sˈɜːdʒᵻz ʌvðə sˈiː ʌv dˈɛθ, bˈiːɾɪŋ fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ ðə ʃˈɔːɹz ʌv tˈaɪm wɪð mˈʌɾɚd pɹˈɑːfəsiz, wˌɪtʃ sˈɑːɹoʊ sˈeɪθ ˌoʊvɚ ænd ˈoʊvɚ, lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɛt slˈoʊ tʃˈaɪm ʌv fjˈuːnɚɹəl bˈɛlz, tˈoʊlɪŋ ɹᵻmˈoʊt, fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn, dˈɜːdʒ lˈaɪk ðə bˈɜːdən  "mˈæn wʌz mˌeɪd tə mˈɔːɹn."