text_original: Upon the road there is a Passer By Who, pausing, beckons one of us  and lo! Quickly he goes, nor stays to tell us why. One day I shall look up and see him there Beckoning me, and with the Passer By I, too, shall take the road  I wonder where?
text_transcription: UPON THE ROAD THERE IS A PASSER BY WHO PAUSING BECKONS ONE OF US AND LO QUICKLY HE GOES NOR STAYS TO TELL US WHY ONE DAY I SHALL LOOK UP AND SEE HIM THERE BECKONING ME AND WITH THE PASSER BY I TOO SHALL TAKE THE ROAD I WONDER WHERE
phonemes: əpˌɑːn ðə ɹˈoʊd ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ pˈæsɚ baɪ hˈuː, pˈɔːzɪŋ, bˈɛkənz wˈʌn ʌv ˌʌs ænd lˈoʊ! kwˈɪkli hiː ɡˈoʊz, nˈɔːɹ stˈeɪz tə tˈɛl ˌʌs wˈaɪ. wˈʌn dˈeɪ aɪʃˌɐl lˈʊk ˌʌp ænd sˈiː hˌɪm ðɛɹ bˈɛkənɪŋ mˌiː, ænd wɪððə pˈæsɚ baɪ ˈaɪ, tˈuː, ʃˌæl tˈeɪk ðə ɹˈoʊd aɪ wˈʌndɚ wˈɛɹ?