text_original: We shall stand above the thunder, And watch the lightnings hurled At the misty mountains under, Of the dim forsaken world. We shall find our footsteps' traces, And passing hand in hand By old familiar places, We shall laugh, and understand. 1881.
text_transcription: WE SHALL STAND ABOVE THE THUNDER AND WATCH THE LIGHTNINGS HURLED AT THE MISTY MOUNTAINS UNDER OF THE DIM FORSAKEN WORLD WE SHALL FIND OUR FOOTSTEPS TRACES AND PASSING HAND IN HAND BY OLD FAMILIAR PLACES WE SHALL LAUGH AND UNDERSTAND EIGH
phonemes: wiːʃˌɐl stˈænd əbˌʌv ðə θˈʌndɚ, ænd wˈɑːtʃ ðə lˈaɪtnɪŋz hˈɜːld æt ðə mˈɪsti mˈaʊntɪnz ˈʌndɚ, ʌvðə dˈɪm fɔːɹsˈeɪkən wˈɜːld. wiːʃˌɐl fˈaɪnd ˌaʊɚ fˈʊtstɛps tɹˈeɪsᵻz, ænd pˈæsɪŋ hˈænd ɪn hˈænd baɪ ˈoʊld fəmˈɪlɪɹ plˈeɪsᵻz, wiːʃˌɐl lˈæf, ænd ˌʌndɚstˈænd. wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi wˈʌn.