text_original: Straight and handsome folk; bent and weak, too; Some that I loved, and gasp'd to speak to; Some but a day in their churchyard bed; Some that I had not known were dead. A long, long crowd  where each seem'd lonely, Yet of them all there was one, one only, Raised a head or look'd my way: She linger'd a moment  she might not stay. How long since I saw that fair pale face!
text_transcription: STRAIGHT AND HANDSOME FOLK BENT AND WEAK TOO SOME THAT I LOVED AND GASPED TO SPEAK TO SOME BUT A DAY IN THEIR CHURCHYARD BED SOME THAT I HAD NOT KNOWN WERE DEAD A LONG LONG CROWD WHERE EACH SEEMED LONELY YET OF THEM ALL THERE WAS ONE ONE ONLY RAISED THE HEAD OR LOOKED MY WAY SHE LINGERED A MOMENT SHE MIGHT NOT STAY HOW LONG SINCE I SAW THAT FAIR PALE FACE
phonemes: stɹˈeɪt ænd hˈændsʌm fˈoʊk; bˈɛnt ænd wˈiːk, tˈuː; sˌʌm ðæt aɪ lˈʌvd, ænd ɡˈæspd tə spˈiːk tuː; sˌʌm bˌʌt ɐ dˈeɪ ɪn ðɛɹ tʃˈɜːtʃjɑːɹd bˈɛd; sˌʌm ðæt aɪ hæd nˌɑːt nˈoʊn wɜː dˈɛd. ɐ lˈɔŋ, lˈɔŋ kɹˈaʊd wˌɛɹ ˈiːtʃ sˈiːmd lˈoʊnli, jˈɛt ʌv ðˌɛm ˈɔːl ðɛɹwˌʌz wˌʌn, wˈʌn ˈoʊnli, ɹˈeɪzd ɐ hˈɛd ɔːɹ lˈʊkd maɪ wˈeɪ: ʃiː lˈɪŋɡɚd ɐ mˈoʊmənt ʃiː mˌaɪt nˌɑːt stˈeɪ. hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ sˈɪns aɪ sˈɔː ðæt fˈɛɹ pˈeɪl fˈeɪs!