text_original: That spot, those happy heights desire Our sojourn; there, when life shall end, Your tear shall dew my yet warm pyre, Your bard and friend.
text_transcription: THAT SPOT THOSE HAPPY HEIGHTS DESIRE OUR SOJOURN THERE WHEN LIFE SHALL END YOUR TEARS SHALL DO MY YET WARM PYRE YOUR PART AND FRIEND
phonemes: ðæt spˈɑːt, ðoʊz hˈæpi hˈaɪts dɪzˈaɪɚɹ ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊdʒɜːn; ðˈɛɹ, wˌɛn lˈaɪf ʃˌæl ˈɛnd, jʊɹ tˈɪɹ ʃˌæl dˈuː maɪ jˈɛt wˈɔːɹm pˈaɪɚ, jʊɹ bˈɑːɹd ænd fɹˈɛnd.