text_original: And Death shall find her kneeling low, And lift her to the porphyry stair, And she from ledge to ledge shall go, Stayed by the staff of that last prayer, Until the high, sweet singing wood Whence folk are rapt to heaven, she win; Therein the unpardoned never stood, Nor may one Sorrow nest therein.
text_transcription: AND DEATH SHALL FIND HER KNEELING LOW AND LIFT HER TO THE PORPHYRY STAIR AND SHE FROM LEDGE TO LEDGE SHALL GO STAYED BY THE STAFF OF THAT LAST PRAYER UNTIL THE HIGH SWEET SINGING WOOD WHENCE FOLK ARE WRAPPED TO HEAVEN SHE WIN THEREIN THE UNPARDONED NEVER STOOD NOR MAY ONE'S SORROW NEST THEREIN
phonemes: ænd dˈɛθ ʃˌæl fˈaɪnd hɜː nˈiːlɪŋ lˈoʊ, ænd lˈɪft hɜː tə ðə pˈɔːɹfɪɹi stˈɛɹ, ænd ʃiː fɹʌm lˈɛdʒ tə lˈɛdʒ ʃˌæl ɡˈoʊ, stˈeɪd baɪ ðə stˈæf ʌv ðæt lˈæst pɹˈɛɹ, ʌntˈɪl ðə hˈaɪ, swˈiːt sˈɪŋɪŋ wˈʊd wˈɛns fˈoʊk ɑːɹ ɹˈæpt tə hˈɛvən, ʃiː wˈɪn; ðɛɹˈɪn ðɪ ʌnpˈɑːɹdənd nˈɛvɚ stˈʊd, nˈɔːɹ mˈeɪ wˈʌn sˈɑːɹoʊ nˈɛst ðɛɹˈɪn.