text_original: Come back our ancient walks to tread, Old haunts of lost or scattered friends, Amid the Muses' factories red, Where song, and smoke, and laughter sped The nights to proctor hunted ends.
text_transcription: COME BACK OUR ANCIENT WALKS TO TREAD OLD HAUNTS OF LOST OR SCATTERED FRIENDS AMID THE MUSES FACTORIES READ WHERE SONG AND SMOKE AND LAUGHTER SPED THE NIGHTS TO PROCTOR HUNTED ENDS
phonemes: kˈʌm bˈæk ˌaʊɚɹ ˈeɪntʃənt wˈɔːks tə tɹˈɛd, ˈoʊld hˈɔːnts ʌv lˈɔst ɔːɹ skˈæɾɚd fɹˈɛndz, ɐmˈɪd ðə mjˈuːzᵻz fˈæktɚɹiz ɹˈɛd, wˌɛɹ sˈɔŋ, ænd smˈoʊk, ænd lˈæftɚ spˈɛd ðə nˈaɪts tə pɹˈɑːktɚ hˈʌntᵻd ˈɛndz.