text_original: The Passer By WE are as children in a field at play Beside a road whose way we do not know, Save that somewhere it meets the end of day.
text_transcription: THE PASSER BY WE ARE AS CHILDREN IN A FIELD AT PLAY BESIDE A ROAD WHOSE WAY WE DO NOT KNOW SAVE THAT SOMEWHERE IT MEETS THE END OF DAY
phonemes: ðə pˈæsɚ baɪ wiː ɑːɹ æz tʃˈɪldɹən ɪn ɐ fˈiːld æt plˈeɪ bᵻsˌaɪd ɐ ɹˈoʊd hˌuːz wˈeɪ wiː duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ, sˈeɪv ðæt sˈʌmwɛɹ ɪt mˈiːts ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv dˈeɪ.