text_original: GOD'S FUNERAL I I saw a slowly stepping train— Lined on the brows, scoop eyed and bent and hoar— Following in files across a twilit plain A strange and mystic form the foremost bore.
text_transcription: GOD'S FUNERAL ONE I SAW A SLOWLY STEPPING TRAIN LINED ON THE BROWS SCOOP EYED AND BENT AND HOAR FOLLOWING IN FILES ACROSS A TWILIGHT PLAIN A STRANGE AND MYSTIC FORM THE FOREMOST BORE
phonemes: ɡˈɑːdz fjˈuːnɚɹəl aɪ aɪ sˈɔː ɐ slˈoʊli stˈɛpɪŋ tɹˈeɪn— lˈaɪnd ɔnðə bɹˈaʊz, skˈuːp ˈaɪd ænd bˈɛnt ænd hˈɔːɹ— fˈɑːloʊɪŋ ɪn fˈaɪlz əkɹˌɑːs ɐ twˈɪlɪt plˈeɪn ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ ænd mˈɪstɪk fˈɔːɹm ðə fˈɔːɹmoʊst bˈɔːɹ.