text_original: And still it may be where the dead folk rest She holds a shadowy mirror to her eyes, And looks upon the changelessness, and sighs And sets the dead land lilies in her breast.
text_transcription: AND STILL IT MAY BE WHERE THE DEAD FOLK REST SHE HOLDS A SHADOWY MIRROR TO HER EYES AND LOOKS UPON THE CHANGELESSNESS AND SIGHS AND SETS THE DEAD LAND LILIES IN HER BREAST
phonemes: ænd stˈɪl ɪt mˈeɪ biː wˌɛɹ ðə dˈɛd fˈoʊk ɹˈɛst ʃiː hˈoʊldz ɐ ʃˈædoʊi mˈɪɹɚ tə hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ænd lˈʊks əpˌɑːn ðə tʃˈeɪndʒləsnəs, ænd sˈaɪz ænd sˈɛts ðə dˈɛd lˈænd lˈɪliz ɪn hɜː bɹˈɛst.