text_original: Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say, When all souls come back from the far away   The dead, forgotten this many a day! And the dead remembered  ay! long and well   And the little children whose spirits dwell In God's green garden of asphodel. Have you reached the country of all content, 0 souls we know, since the day you went From this time worn world, where your years were spent?
text_transcription: HARK HARK TO THE WIND TIS THE NIGHT THEY SAY WHEN OLD SOULS COME BACK FROM THE FAR AWAY THE DEAD FORGOTTEN THIS MANY A DAY AND THE DEAD REMEMBERED AY LONG AND DWELL AND THE LITTLE CHILDREN WHOSE SPIRITS DWELL IN GOD'S GREEN GARDEN OF ASPHODEL HAVE YOU REACHED THE COUNTRY OF ALL CONTENT O SOULS WE KNOW SINCE THE DAY YOU WENT FROM THIS TIME WORN WORLD WHERE YOUR YEARS WERE SPENT
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk! hˈɑːɹk tə ðə wˈɪnd! tˈɪz ðə nˈaɪt, ðeɪ sˈeɪ, wˌɛn ˈɔːl sˈoʊlz kˈʌm bˈæk fɹʌmðə fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ ðə dˈɛd, fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ðɪs mˈɛni ɐ dˈeɪ! ænd ðə dˈɛd ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ˈaɪ! lˈɔŋ ænd wˈɛl ænd ðə lˈɪɾəl tʃˈɪldɹən hˌuːz spˈɪɹɪts dwˈɛl ɪn ɡˈɑːdz ɡɹˈiːn ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv ɐsfˈoʊdəl. hæv juː ɹˈiːtʃt ðə kˈʌntɹi ʌv ˈɔːl kˈɑːntɛnt, zˈiəɹoʊ sˈoʊlz wiː nˈoʊ, sˈɪns ðə dˈeɪ juː wɛnt fɹʌm ðɪs tˈaɪm wˈɔːɹn wˈɜːld, wˌɛɹ jʊɹ jˈɪɹz wɜː spˈɛnt?