text_original: But when the lights are lit, and day has flown   God wot! there will be some who sit alone; Who sit and gaze into the embers' glow, And watch strange things that flitter to and fro   The ghosts of dreams; and faces  long unseen; Shadows of shadows  things that once have been.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE LIT AND DAY HAS FLOWN GOD WOT THERE WILL BE SOME WHO SIT ALONE WHO SIT AND GAZE INTO THE EMBER'S GLOW AND WATCH STRANGE THINGS THAT FLITTER TO AND FRO THE GHOSTS OF DREAMS AND FACES LONG UNSEEN SHADOWS OF SHADOWS THINGS THAT ONCE HAVE BEEN
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn ðə lˈaɪts ɑːɹ lˈɪt, ænd dˈeɪ hɐz flˈoʊn ɡˈɑːd wˈɑːt! ðɛɹ wɪl biː sˌʌm hˌuː sˈɪt ɐlˈoʊn; hˌuː sˈɪt ænd ɡˈeɪz ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛmbɚz ɡlˈoʊ, ænd wˈɑːtʃ stɹˈeɪndʒ θˈɪŋz ðæt flˈɪɾɚ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ ðə ɡˈoʊsts ʌv dɹˈiːmz; ænd fˈeɪsᵻz lˈɔŋ ʌnsˈiːn; ʃˈædoʊz ʌv ʃˈædoʊz θˈɪŋz ðæt wˈʌns hɐvbɪn.