text_original: The end seems near of his long pilgrimage, And he would call the fleeting year to stay. But passing on, she goes  a sweet faced nun   To take within the Convent of the Past The veil of silence.
text_transcription: THE END SEEMS NEAR OF HIS LONG PILGRIMAGE AND HE WOULD CALL THE FLEETING YEAR TO STAY BUT PASSING ON SHE GOES A SWEET FACED NUN TO TAKE WITHIN THE CONVENT OF THE PAST THE VEIL OF SILENCE
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɛnd sˈiːmz nˌɪɹ ʌv hɪz lˈɔŋ pˈɪlɡɹɪmɪdʒ, ænd hiː wʊd kˈɔːl ðə flˈiːɾɪŋ jˈɪɹ tə stˈeɪ. bˌʌt pˈæsɪŋ ˈɔn, ʃiː ɡoʊz ɐ swˈiːt fˈeɪsd nˈʌn tə tˈeɪk wɪðˌɪn ðə kˈɑːnvənt ʌvðə pˈæst ðə vˈeɪl ʌv sˈaɪləns.