text_original: But we went from the sorrowful city and wandered away at will, And thought of the breathing marble and the words that are music still.
text_transcription: BUT WE WENT FROM THE SORROWFUL CITY AND WANDERED AWAY AT WILL AND THOUGHT OF THE BREATHING MARBLE AND THE WORDS THAT ARE MUSIC STILL
phonemes: bˌʌt wiː wɛnt fɹʌmðə sˈɑːɹoʊfəl sˈɪɾi ænd wˈɔndɚd ɐwˈeɪ ɐtwˈɪl, ænd θˈɔːt ʌvðə bɹˈiːðɪŋ mˈɑːɹbəl ænd ðə wˈɜːdz ðæt ɑːɹ mjˈuːzɪk stˈɪl.