text_original: Dead now as sherds Are the yellow birds, And all that mattered has passed away; Yet God, the Elf, Now shows him that self As he was, and should have been shown, that day.
text_transcription: DEAD NOW AS SHIRTS ARE THE YELLOW BIRDS AND ALL THAT MATTERED HAS PASSED AWAY YET GOD THE ELF NOW SHOWS HIM THAT SELF AS HE WAS AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN SHOWN THAT DAY
phonemes: dˈɛd nˈaʊ æz ʃˈɜːdz ɑːɹ ðə jˈɛloʊ bˈɜːdz, ænd ˈɔːl ðæt mˈæɾɚd hɐz pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ; jˈɛt ɡˈɑːd, ðɪ ˈɛlf, nˈaʊ ʃˈoʊz hˌɪm ðæt sˈɛlf æz hiː wʌz, ænd ʃˌʊdəv bˌɪn ʃˈoʊn, ðæt dˈeɪ.