text_original: The dust of days, the sands of years Have hidden her fair memory deep, And eyes once blind with bitterest tears Have long forgotten how to weep ; UNFORGOTTEN 69 And death and love and life have whirled To orbits new and strange since she Who was the heart of that old world Made room for these changed things to be.
text_transcription: THE DUST OF DAYS THE SANDS OF YEARS HAVE HIDDEN HER FAIR MEMORY DEEP AND EYES ONCE BLIND WITH BITTEREST TEARS HAVE LONG FORGOTTEN HOW TO WEEP AND DEATH AND LOVE AND LIFE HAVE WHIRLED TO ORBITS NEW AND STRANGE SINCE SHE WHO WAS THE HEART OF THAT OLD WORLD MADE ROOM FOR THESE CHANGED THINGS TO BE
phonemes: ðə dˈʌst ʌv dˈeɪz, ðə sˈændz ʌv jˈɪɹz hæv hˈɪdən hɜː fˈɛɹ mˈɛmɚɹi dˈiːp, ænd ˈaɪz wˈʌns blˈaɪnd wɪð bˈɪɾɚɹɪst tˈɪɹz hæv lˈɔŋ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ hˌaʊ tə wˈiːp ; ʌnfɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ sˈɪksti nˈaɪn ænd dˈɛθ ænd lˈʌv ænd lˈaɪf hæv wˈɜːld tʊ ˈɔːɹbɪts nˈuː ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ sˈɪns ʃiː hˌuː wʌzðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ðæt ˈoʊld wˈɜːld mˌeɪd ɹˈuːm fɔːɹ ðiːz tʃˈeɪndʒd θˈɪŋz tə bˈiː.