text_original: But all's closed now, despite Time's derision. I see what you are doing: you are leading me on To the spots we knew when we haunted here together, The waterfall, above which the mist bow shone At the then fair hour in the then fair weather, And the cave just under, with a voice still so hollow That it seems to call out to me from forty years ago, When you were all aglow, And not the thin ghost that I now frailly follow!
text_transcription: BUT ALL'S CLOSED NOW DESPITE TIME'S DERISION I SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING YOU ARE LEADING ME ON TO THE SPOTS WE KNEW WHEN WE HAUNTED THERE TOGETHER THE WATERFALL ABOVE WHICH THE MIST BOW SHONE AND THE THEN FAIR HOUR IN THE THEN FAIR WEATHER AND THE CAVE JUST UNDER WITH A VOICE STILL SO HOLLOW THAT IT SEEMED TO CALL OUT TO ME FROM FORTY YEARS AGO WHEN YOU WERE ALL AGLOW AND NOT THE THIN GHOST THAT I NOW FREELY FOLLOW
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈɔːlz klˈoʊzd nˈaʊ, dᵻspˈaɪt tˈaɪmz dᵻɹˈɪʒən. aɪ sˈiː wʌt juː ɑːɹ dˈuːɪŋ: juː ɑːɹ lˈiːdɪŋ mˌiː ˌɔn tə ðə spˈɑːts wiː nˈuː wɛn wiː hˈɔːntᵻd hˈɪɹ təɡˈɛðɚ, ðə wˈɔːɾɚfˌɔːl, əbˌʌv wˌɪtʃ ðə mˈɪst bˈoʊ ʃˈɑːn æt ðə ðˈɛn fˈɛɹ ˈaʊɚɹ ɪnðə ðˈɛn fˈɛɹ wˈɛðɚ, ænd ðə kˈeɪv dʒˈʌst ˈʌndɚ, wɪð ɐ vˈɔɪs stˈɪl sˌoʊ hˈɑːloʊ ðˌɐɾɪt sˈiːmz tə kˈɔːl ˈaʊt tə mˌiː fɹʌm fˈɔːɹɾi jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ, wˌɛn juː wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ɐɡlˈoʊ, ænd nˌɑːt ðə θˈɪn ɡˈoʊst ðæt aɪ nˈaʊ fɹˈeɪli fˈɑːloʊ!