text_original: The pitiful, grieved angels overhead Watched the poor souls shoot wailing through the air Toward the lurid shadows darkly red, And sadly sighed. " Heaven was so near, so fair, Almost we had them safely here," they said.
text_transcription: THE PITIFUL GRIEVED ANGELS OVERHEAD WATCHED THE POOR SOULS SHOOT WAILING THROUGH THE AIR TOWARD THE LURID SHADOWS DARKLY RED AND SADLY SIGHED HEAVEN WAS SO NEAR SO FAIR ALMOST WE HAD THEM SAFELY HERE THEY SAID
phonemes: ðə pˈɪɾifəl, ɡɹˈiːvd ˈeɪndʒəlz ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd wˈɑːtʃt ðə pˈʊɹ sˈoʊlz ʃˈuːt wˈeɪlɪŋ θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛɹ təwˈɔːɹd ðə lˈʊɹɹɪd ʃˈædoʊz dˈɑːɹkli ɹˈɛd, ænd sˈædli sˈaɪd. " hˈɛvən wʌz sˌoʊ nˈɪɹ, sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ, ˈɔːlmoʊst wiː hˌædðɛm sˈeɪfli hˈɪɹ," ðeɪ sˈɛd.