text_original: There are the gates I used to pass, The belts of flowers, the shaven grass, The casements behind which well known faces Smiled softly at me through the glass.
text_transcription: THERE ARE THE GATES I USED TO PASS THE BELTS OF FLOWERS THE SHAVEN GRASS THE CASEMENTS BEHIND WHICH WELL KNOWN FACES SMILED SOFTLY AT ME THROUGH THE GLASS
phonemes: ðɛɹˌɑːɹ ðə ɡˈeɪts aɪ jˈuːzd tə pˈæs, ðə bˈɛlts ʌv flˈaʊɚz, ðə ʃˈeɪvən ɡɹˈæs, ðə kˈeɪsmənts bᵻhˌaɪnd wˌɪtʃ wˈɛl nˈoʊn fˈeɪsᵻz smˈaɪld sˈɔftli æt mˌiː θɹuː ðə ɡlˈæs.