text_original: CAEN 15 For still defying distance, day and night The spires like beckoning fingers seem to rise, The bells to call, as perished voices might, " Love is not dead, Beloved ; love never dies
text_transcription: FOR STILL DEFYING DISTANCE DAY AND NIGHT THE SPIRES LIKE BECKONING FINGERS SEEM TO RISE THE BELLS TO CALL AS PERISHED VOICES MIGHT LOVE IS NOT DEAD BE LOVED LOVE NEVER DIES
phonemes: kˈiːn fˈɪftiːn fɔːɹ stˈɪl dᵻfˈaɪɪŋ dˈɪstəns, dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt ðə spˈaɪɚz lˈaɪk bˈɛkənɪŋ fˈɪŋɡɚz sˈiːm tə ɹˈaɪz, ðə bˈɛlz tə kˈɔːl, æz pˈɛɹɪʃt vˈɔɪsᵻz mˈaɪt, " lˈʌv ɪz nˌɑːt dˈɛd, bᵻlˈʌvd ; lˈʌv nˈɛvɚ dˈaɪz