text_original: That was a barren garden that we found, This was an empty house we came to meet, We, who for all our longing, hear no sound Of Love's returning feet.
text_transcription: THAT WAS A BARREN GARDEN THAT WE FOUND THIS WAS AN EMPTY HOUSE WE CAME TO MEET WE WHO FOR ALL OUR LONGING HEAR NO SOUND OF LOVE'S RETURNING FEET
phonemes: ðæt wʌzɐ bˈæɹən ɡˈɑːɹdən ðæt wiː fˈaʊnd, ðɪs wʌz ɐn ˈɛmpti hˈaʊs wiː kˈeɪm tə mˈiːt, wiː, hˌuː fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ lˈɔŋɪŋ, hˈɪɹ nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd ʌv lˈʌvz ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ fˈiːt.