text_original: Right well they fared, yet on the way, That young hearts all sing eagerly, Were some who wrought in colours gay At painted boards and tapestries, "This is the road to love," they said; "And this the pavement of the dead."
text_transcription: RIGHT WELL THEY FARED YET ON THE WAY THAT YOUNG HEARTS ALL SING EAGERLY WITH SOME WHO ROT IN COLOURS GAY AT PAINTED BOARDS AND TAPESTRIES THIS IS THE ROAD TO LOVE THEY SAID AND THIS THE PAVEMENT OF THE DEAD
phonemes: ɹˈaɪt wˈɛl ðeɪ fˈɛɹd, jˈɛt ɔnðə wˈeɪ, ðæt jˈʌŋ hˈɑːɹts ˈɔːl sˈɪŋ ˈiːɡɚli, wɜː sˌʌm hˌuː ɹˈɔːt ɪn kˈʌlɚz ɡˈeɪ æt pˈeɪntᵻd bˈɔːɹdz ænd tˈæpᵻstɹiz, "ðɪs ɪz ðə ɹˈoʊd tə lˈʌv," ðeɪ sˈɛd; "ænd ðɪs ðə pˈeɪvmənt ʌvðə dˈɛd."