text_original: 68 UNFORGOTTEN UNFORGOTTEN WHERE the long pastures skirt the bay And sober eyed New England keeps The leisure of its old time way, Among her buried kin, she sleeps.
text_transcription: BY SONYA UNFORGOTTEN WHERE THE LONG PASTURES SKIRT THE BAY AND SOBER EYED NEW ENGLAND KEEPS THE LEISURE OF ITS OLD TIME WAY AMONG HER BURIED KIN SHE SLEEPS
phonemes: sˈɪksti ˈeɪt ʌnfɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ʌnfɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ wˌɛɹ ðə lˈɔŋ pˈæstʃɚz skˈɜːt ðə bˈeɪ ænd sˈoʊbɚɹ ˈaɪd nˈuː ˈɪŋɡlənd kˈiːps ðə lˈiːʒɚɹ ʌv ɪts ˈoʊld tˈaɪm wˈeɪ, ɐmˌʌŋ hɜː bˈɛɹid kˈɪn, ʃiː slˈiːps.