text_original: III Some organ may resound on Sunday noons By where you lie, Some other thrill the panes with other tunes Where moulder I; No selfsame chords compose our common lullaby. IV The simply cut memorial at my head Perhaps may take A Gothic form, and that above your bed Be Greek in make; No linking symbol show thereon for our tale's sake.
text_transcription: THREE SOME ORGAN MAY RESOUND ON SUNDAY NOONS BY WHERE YOU LIE SOME OTHER THRILL THE PAINS WITH OTHER TUNES WHERE MOULD AYE NO SELF SAME CHORDS COMPOSE OUR COMMON LULLABI FOUR THE SIMPLY CUT MEMORIAL AT MY HEAD PERHAPS MAY TAKE A GOTHIC FORM AND THAT ABOVE YOUR BED BE GREEK IN MAKE NO LINKING SYMBOLS SHOW THEREON FOR OUR TALES SAKE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː sˌʌm ˈɔːɹɡən mˈeɪ ɹᵻzˈaʊnd ˌɔn sˈʌndeɪ nˈuːnz baɪ wˌɛɹ juː lˈaɪ, sˌʌm ˈʌðɚ θɹˈɪl ðə pˈeɪnz wɪð ˈʌðɚ tˈuːnz wˌɛɹ mˈoʊldɚɹ ˈaɪ; nˈoʊ sˈɛlfseɪm kˈɔːɹdz kəmpˈoʊz ˌaʊɚ kˈɑːmən lˈʌləbˌaɪ. ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ ðə sˈɪmpli kˈʌt məmˈɔːɹɪəl æt maɪ hˈɛd pɚhˈæps mˈeɪ tˈeɪk ɐ ɡˈɑːθɪk fˈɔːɹm, ænd ðæt əbˌʌv jʊɹ bˈɛd biː ɡɹˈiːk ɪn mˈeɪk; nˈoʊ lˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈɪmbəl ʃˈoʊ ðɛɹˈɑːn fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ tˈeɪlz sˈeɪk.