text_original: HIS VISITOR I COME across from Mellstock while the moon wastes weaker To behold where I lived with you for twenty years and more: I shall go in the gray, at the passing of the mail train, And need no setting open of the long familiar door As before.
text_transcription: HIS VISITOR I COME ACROSS FROM MALTSTOCK WHILE THE MOON WASTES WEAKER TO BEHOLD WHERE I LIVED WITH YOU FOR TWENTY YEARS AND MORE I SHALL GO IN THE GREY AT THE PASSING OF THE MAIL TRAIN AND NEED NO SETTING OPEN OF THE LONG FAMILIAR DOOR AS BEFORE
phonemes: hɪz vˈɪzɪɾɚɹ aɪ kˈʌm əkɹˌɑːs fɹʌm mˈɛlstɑːk wˌaɪl ðə mˈuːn wˈeɪsts wˈiːkɚ tə bᵻhˈoʊld wˌɛɹ aɪ lˈɪvd wɪð juː fɔːɹ twˈɛnti jˈɪɹz ænd mˈɔːɹ: aɪʃˌɐl ɡˌoʊ ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪ, æt ðə pˈæsɪŋ ʌvðə mˈeɪl tɹˈeɪn, ænd nˈiːd nˈoʊ sˈɛɾɪŋ ˈoʊpən ʌvðə lˈɔŋ fəmˈɪlɪɹ dˈɔːɹ æz bᵻfˈɔːɹ.