text_original: THE DEATH OF REGRET I OPENED my shutter at sunrise, And looked at the hill hard by, And I heartily grieved for the comrade Who wandered up there to die.
text_transcription: THE DEATH OF REGRET I OPENED MY SHUTTER AT SUNRISE AND LOOKED AT A HILL HARD BY AND I HEARTILY GRIEVED FOR THE COMRADE WHO WANDERED UP THERE TO DIE
phonemes: ðə dˈɛθ ʌv ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt aɪ ˈoʊpənd maɪ ʃˈʌɾɚɹ æt sˈʌnɹaɪz, ænd lˈʊkt æt ðə hˈɪl hˈɑːɹd bˈaɪ, ænd aɪ hˈɑːɹɾili ɡɹˈiːvd fɚðə kˈɑːmɹæd hˌuː wˈɔndɚd ˌʌp ðɛɹ tə dˈaɪ.