text_original: Thy mighty clamors, wars, and world noised deeds Are silent now in dust, Gone like a tremble of the huddling reeds Beneath some sudden gust; Thy forms and creeds have vanished, Tossed out to wither like unsightly weeds From the world's garden banished.
text_transcription: THY MIGHTY CLAMORS WARS AND WORLD NOISED DEEDS ARE SILENT NOW IN DUST GONE LIKE A TREMBLE OF THE HUDDLING REEDS BENEATH SOME SUDDEN GUST THY FORMS AND CREEDS HAVE VANISHED TOSSED OUT TO WITHER LIKE UNSIGHTLY WEEDS FROM THE WORLD'S GARDEN BANISHED
phonemes: ðˌaɪ mˈaɪɾi klˈæmɚz, wˈɔːɹz, ænd wˈɜːld nˈɔɪzd dˈiːdz ɑːɹ sˈaɪlənt nˈaʊ ɪn dˈʌst, ɡɔn lˈaɪk ɐ tɹˈɛmbəl ʌvðə hˈʌdlɪŋ ɹˈiːdz bᵻnˌiːθ sˌʌm sˈʌdən ɡˈʌst; ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹmz ænd kɹˈiːdz hæv vˈænɪʃt, tˈɔst ˈaʊt tə wˈɪðɚ lˈaɪk ʌnsˈaɪtli wˈiːdz fɹʌmðə wˈɜːldz ɡˈɑːɹdən bˈænɪʃt.