text_original: IN DEATH DIVIDED I I SHALL rot here, with those whom in their day You never knew, And alien ones who, ere they chilled to clay, Met not my view, Will in your distant grave place ever neighbour you.
text_transcription: IN DEATH DIVIDED ONE I SHALL ROT HERE WITH THOSE WHOM IN THEIR DAY YOU NEVER KNEW AND ALIEN ONES WHO ERE THEY CHILL TO CLAY MET NOT MY VIEW WILL IN YOUR DISTANT GRAVE PLACE EVER NEIGHBOR YOU
phonemes: ɪn dˈɛθ dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd aɪ aɪʃˌɐl ɹˈɑːt hˈɪɹ, wɪð ðoʊz hˈuːm ɪn ðɛɹ dˈeɪ juː nˈɛvɚ nˈuː, ænd ˈeɪliən wˈʌnz hˈuː, ˈɛɹ ðeɪ tʃˈɪld tə klˈeɪ, mˈɛt nˌɑːt maɪ vjˈuː, wɪl ɪn jʊɹ dˈɪstənt ɡɹˈeɪv plˈeɪs ˈɛvɚ nˈeɪbɚ juː.