text_original: And when they fall, still round the unknown spot Howls the rough wind, till in the common ground They end the life which is  and yet is not,   A riddle where no meaning shall be found.
text_transcription: AND WHEN THEY FALL STILL ROUND THE UNKNOWN SPOT HOWLS THE ROUGH WIND TILL IN THE COMMON GROUND THEY END THE LIFE WHICH IS AND YET IS NOT A RIDDLE WHERE NO MEANING SHALL BE FOUND
phonemes: ænd wɛn ðeɪ fˈɔːl, stˈɪl ɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn spˈɑːt hˈaʊlz ðə ɹˈʌf wˈɪnd, tˈɪl ɪnðə kˈɑːmən ɡɹˈaʊnd ðeɪ ˈɛnd ðə lˈaɪf wˌɪtʃ ɪz ænd jˈɛt ɪz nˈɑːt,   ɐ ɹˈɪdəl wˌɛɹ nˈoʊ mˈiːnɪŋ ʃˌæl biː fˈaʊnd.