text_original: And on its oval silver plate I read her name and age and date, And smiled, soft thinking on my hate. There was no insect sound to chirr; No wind to make a little stir.
text_transcription: AND ON ITS OVER SILVER PLATE I READ HER NAME AND AGE AND DATE AND SMILED SOFT THINKING ON MY HATE THERE WAS NO INSECT SOUND TO CHEER NO WIND TO MAKE A LITTLE STIR
phonemes: ænd ˌɔn ɪts ˈoʊvəl sˈɪlvɚ plˈeɪt aɪ ɹˈiːd hɜː nˈeɪm ænd ˈeɪdʒ ænd dˈeɪt, ænd smˈaɪld, sˈɔft θˈɪŋkɪŋ ˌɔn maɪ hˈeɪt. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ ˈɪnsɛkt sˈaʊnd tə tʃˈɜː; nˈoʊ wˈɪnd tə mˌeɪk ɐ lˈɪɾəl stˈɜː.