text_original: And left them in the lifting dawn  they two, On her sad breast, his shining head Stirred softly, as were he the living one, And she had been the moveless dead. And yet we crept on, back, and back, and on.
text_transcription: AND LEFT THEM IN THE LIFTING DAWN THEY TOO ON HER SAD BREAST HIS SHINING HEAD STIRRED SOFTLY AS WERE HE THE LIVING ONE AND SHE HAD BEEN THE MOVELESS STEAD AND YET WE CREPT ON BACK AND BACK AND ON
phonemes: ænd lˈɛft ðˌɛm ɪnðə lˈɪftɪŋ dˈɔːn ðeɪ tˈuː, ˌɔn hɜː sˈæd bɹˈɛst, hɪz ʃˈaɪnɪŋ hˈɛd stˈɜːd sˈɔftli, æz wɜː hiː ðə lˈɪvɪŋ wˌʌn, ænd ʃiː hɐdbɪn ðə mˈuːvləs dˈɛd. ænd jˈɛt wiː kɹˈɛpt ˈɔn, bˈæk, ænd bˈæk, ænd ˈɔn.