text_original: Ere earth had grown too wise To commerce with the skies, On this midsummer night the men of old Believed the dead drew near, Believed that they could hear Voices long silent speaking from the mould, Believed whoever slept Unearthly vigil kept Where his own death knell should at last be tolled.
text_transcription: HE EARTH HAD GROWN TOO WISE TO COMMERCE WITH THE SKIES ON THIS MIDSUMMER NIGHT THE MEN OF OLD BELIEVED THE DEAD DREW NEAR BELIEVED THAT THEY COULD HEAR VOICES LONG SILENT SPEAKING FROM THE MOULD BELIEVED WHOEVER SLEPT UNEARTHLY VIGIL KEPT WHERE HIS OWN DEATH KNELL SHOULD AT LAST BE TOLD
phonemes: ˈɛɹ ˈɜːθ hæd ɡɹˈoʊn tˈuː wˈaɪz tə kˈɑːmɜːs wɪððə skˈaɪz, ˌɔn ðɪs mˈɪdsʌmɚ nˈaɪt ðə mˈɛn ʌv ˈoʊld bᵻlˈiːvd ðə dˈɛd dɹˈuː nˈɪɹ, bᵻlˈiːvd ðæt ðeɪ kʊd hˈɪɹ vˈɔɪsᵻz lˈɔŋ sˈaɪlənt spˈiːkɪŋ fɹʌmðə mˈoʊld, bᵻlˈiːvd huːˈɛvɚ slˈɛpt ʌnˈɜːθli vˈɪdʒɪl kˈɛpt wˌɛɹ hɪz ˈoʊn dˈɛθ nˈɛl ʃˌʊd æt lˈæst biː tˈoʊld.