text_original: They were strong, but the years are stronger; they are grown but a name that thrills, And the wreck of their marble glory lies ghost like over their hills. So a shadow fell o'er our dreaming for the weary heart of the past, For the seed that the years have scattered, to reap so little at last.
text_transcription: THEY WERE STRONG BUT THE YEARS ARE STRONGER THEY ARE GROWN BUT A NAME THAT THRILLS AND THE WRECK OF THEIR MARBLE GLORY LIES GHOST LIKE OVER THE HILLS SO A SHADOW FELL OVER OUR DREAMING FOR THE WEARY HEART OF THE PAST FOR THE SEED THAT THE YEARS HAVE SCATTERED TO REAP SO LITTLE AT LAST
phonemes: ðeɪ wɜː stɹˈɔŋ, bˌʌt ðə jˈɪɹz ɑːɹ stɹˈɔŋɡɚ; ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɡɹˈoʊn bˌʌt ɐ nˈeɪm ðæt θɹˈɪlz, ænd ðə ɹˈɛk ʌv ðɛɹ mˈɑːɹbəl ɡlˈɔːɹi lˈaɪz ɡˈoʊst lˈaɪk ˌoʊvɚ ðɛɹ hˈɪlz. sˌoʊ ɐ ʃˈædoʊ fˈɛl ˈɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ dɹˈiːmɪŋ fɚðə wˈɪɹi hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə pˈæst, fɚðə sˈiːd ðætðə jˈɪɹz hæv skˈæɾɚd, tə ɹˈiːp sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl æt lˈæst.