text_original: THE VISION Long had she knelt at the Madonna's shrine, With the empty chapel, cold and grey, Telling her beads, while grief with marring line And bitter tear stole all her youth away.
text_transcription: THE VISION LONG HAD SHE KNELT AT THE MADONNA'S SHRINE WITH THE EMPTY CHAPEL COLD AND GREY TELLING HER BEADS WHILE GRIEF WITH MARRING LINE AND BITTER TEARS STOLE ALL HER YOUTH AWAY
phonemes: ðə vˈɪʒən lˈɔŋ hæd ʃiː nˈɛlt æt ðə mɐdˈɑːnəz ʃɹˈaɪn, wɪððɪ ˈɛmpti tʃˈæpəl, kˈoʊld ænd ɡɹˈeɪ, tˈɛlɪŋ hɜː bˈiːdz, wˌaɪl ɡɹˈiːf wɪð mˈɑːɹɹɪŋ lˈaɪn ænd bˈɪɾɚ tˈɪɹ stˈoʊl ˈɔːl hɜː jˈuːθ ɐwˈeɪ.