text_original: Anon before the palace gate That looked across the palm tops to the south, And whence the road ran eastward to the town, There sat one cowled, a grey and mournful shape, Who spoke not, and was deemed, for silence, saint, — Who lived upon the offerings of the poor.
text_transcription: ANON BEFORE THE PALACE GATE THAT LOOKED ACROSS THE PALM TOPS TO THE SOUTH AND WHENCE THE ROAD RAN EASTWARD TO THE TOWN THERE SAT ONE COWLED A GRAY AND MOURNFUL SHAPE WHO SPOKE NOT AND WAS DEEMED FOR SILENCE SAINT WHO LIVED UPON THE OFFERINGS OF THE POOR
phonemes: ɐnˈɔn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə pˈælɪs ɡˈeɪt ðæt lˈʊkt əkɹˌɑːs ðə pˈɑːm tˈɑːps tə ðə sˈaʊθ, ænd wˈɛns ðə ɹˈoʊd ɹˈæn ˈiːstwɚd tə ðə tˈaʊn, ðɛɹ sˈæt wˈʌn kˈaʊld, ɐ ɡɹˈeɪ ænd mˈɔːɹnfəl ʃˈeɪp, hˌuː spˈoʊk nˈɑːt, ænd wʌz dˈiːmd, fɔːɹ sˈaɪləns, sˈeɪnt, — hˌuː lˈɪvd əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈɔfɚɹɪŋz ʌvðə pˈʊɹ.