text_original: There no columns of gleaming white Mark the dust that is sacred still; Swings the gate on its rusty hinge   All may enter and roam at will.
text_transcription: THERE NO COLUMNS OF GLEAMING WHITE MARK THE DUST THAT IS SACRED STILL SWINGS THE GATE ON ITS RUSTY HINGE ALL MAY ENTER AND ROME AT WILL
phonemes: ðɛɹ nˈoʊ kˈɑːlʌmz ʌv ɡlˈiːmɪŋ wˈaɪt mˈɑːɹk ðə dˈʌst ðæt ɪz sˈeɪkɹɪd stˈɪl; swˈɪŋz ðə ɡˈeɪt ˌɔn ɪts ɹˈʌsti hˈɪndʒ ˈɔːl mˈeɪ ˈɛntɚ ænd ɹˈoʊm ɐtwˈɪl.