text_original: Here they climbed no lofty marble beds To find a frigid rest, But a canopy of golden threads Hangs o'er them in the west.
text_transcription: HERE THEY CLIMBED NO LOFTY MARBLE BEDS TO FIND A FRIGID REST BUT A CANOPY OF GOLDEN THREADS HANGS OVER THEM IN THE WEST
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ðeɪ klˈaɪmd nˈoʊ lˈɔfti mˈɑːɹbəl bˈɛdz tə fˈaɪnd ɐ fɹˈɪdʒɪd ɹˈɛst, bˌʌt ɐ kˈænəpi ʌv ɡˈoʊldən θɹˈɛdz hˈæŋz ˈɔːɹ ðˌɛm ɪnðə wˈɛst.