text_original: Never to bid good bye, Or give me the softest call, Or utter a wish for a word, while I Saw morning harden upon the wall, Unmoved, unknowing That your great going Had place that moment, and altered all.
text_transcription: NEVER TO BID GOOD BYE OR GIVE ME THE SOFTEST CALL OR UTTER A WISH FOR WORD WHILE I SAW MOURNING HARDENED UPON THE WALL UNMOVED UNKNOWING THAT YOUR GREAT GOING HAD PLACED THAT MOMENT AND ALTERED ALL
phonemes: nˈɛvɚ tə bˈɪd ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ, ɔːɹ ɡˈɪv mˌiː ðə sˈɔftɪst kˈɔːl, ɔːɹ ˈʌɾɚɹ ɐ wˈɪʃ fɚɹə wˈɜːd, wˌaɪl aɪ sˈɔː mˈɔːɹnɪŋ hˈɑːɹdən əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɔːl, ʌnmˈuːvd, ʌnnˈoʊɪŋ ðæt jʊɹ ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˌoʊɪŋ hæd plˈeɪs ðæt mˈoʊmənt, ænd ˈɔltɚd ˈɔːl.