text_original: My friend, ere I lost Clement, ere I knew you, Caroline. Methinks I hear his voice; I see his gestures. Again, he enters the wood path. Again, I behold that countenance beautiful in age, radiant in wisdom.
text_transcription: MY FRIEND ERE I LOST CLEMENT ERE I KNEW YOU CAROLINE METHINKS I HEAR HIS VOICE I SEE HIS GESTURES AGAIN HE ENTERS THE WOOD PATH AGAIN I BEHOLD THAT COUNTENANCE BEAUTIFUL IN AGE RADIANT IN WISDOM
phonemes: maɪ fɹˈɛnd, ˈɛɹ aɪ lˈɔst klˈɛmənt, ˈɛɹ aɪ nˈuː juː, kˈæɹəlˌaɪn. miːθˈɪŋks aɪ hˈɪɹ hɪz vˈɔɪs; aɪ sˈiː hɪz dʒˈɛstʃɚz. ɐɡˈɛn, hiː ˈɛntɚz ðə wˈʊd pˈæθ. ɐɡˈɛn, aɪ bᵻhˈoʊld ðæt kˈaʊntənəns bjˈuːɾifəl ɪn ˈeɪdʒ, ɹˈeɪdiənt ɪn wˈɪzdəm.